Remains of Chance |
Yet again, despite the way I lie in wait between my steps,
recalling when decisions made became the seeds of my regrets,
I find myself enraged in doubt. Having weighed my guessing twice,
aligned but s...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Aug 2008 20:26:00 GMT |
Things Unseen |
Basking in the springtime sun, Asmuth sat on the temple's granite steps, polishing his sword with the hem of his cloak and musing at how easy it would be to guard such an isolated temple for the short...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jul 2008 00:29:00 GMT |
An Offering |
Well, I'm kinda short on time for now to continue Sc-P or to write anything new, so I thought I'd post writings from the depths of My Documents. Lemme know what you think!
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 22:59:00 GMT |
The Smoldering Remains of the English Language |
He stood at the door, his hands wet with blood, while she went for a towel to sop up the red drippings that fell from his boots slaked with mud, and bring back a plate of mustard on bread. Post eating...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 22:54:00 GMT |
Her Turn |
Harrington sat quietly on the shelf over the mantle, the dusty humidor and the brass-framed pictures of Therese, Jordan, and the children below, the stuffed grouse perched on the oaken shelf above. Ac...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 22:34:00 GMT |
Eff Why Eye? |
The preceding entries were cut and pasted from elsewhere, hence the miniscule latency between postings. Time permitting, I shall return to the S-cP.
Posted by on Wed, 28 May 2008 20:12:00 GMT |
S-cP II |
When last we left me, I was a teenager in crisis (and aren't those three words as redundant as "bureaucratic nightmare"?), struggling to make sense out of the world with two devices in my cognitive to...
Posted by on Wed, 28 May 2008 20:06:00 GMT |
A Semi-circuitous Path |
Having eyes slightly bigger than my fingers last night, I began the story of my personal spiritual renaissance, the beginings of my journey aloft, borne on the breasts of the Goddess. Then I realized ...
Posted by on Wed, 28 May 2008 20:04:00 GMT |
More Inarticulate Rambling, Part II |
Y'know, when I wrote last night's entry, I had a feeling, that feeling of something deep and profound, yet inaccessable. It is clear now that I was suffering from hypnogogic delirium. Having considere...
Posted by on Wed, 28 May 2008 19:58:00 GMT |
More Inarticulate Rambling |
..TR>
Wow. I didn't know how cathartic this blogging thing could be; 'tis like my own little soapbox, so here's some more effluvia to chew on: While perusing the profiles on Cupid, I couldn't help b...
Posted by on Wed, 28 May 2008 19:54:00 GMT |
