This is who I am in the real world |
So my birthday has come and gone again, uneventful like the last few years have been. It seems that the magic has been drained from a day so special in my childhood, a day which to me is nothing that ...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 20:26:00 GMT |
An Ode to the Beautiful Nyx |
i wonder how many nights i have spent awake like this one, feeling the outpouring of EVERYTHING come at once and admiring it as it is. in the dark of night my soul feels untrapped for some reason, not...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 00:01:00 GMT |
The Kompressor |
as i watch the television in front of me i laugh at the images on the screen which flash by into one more ridiculous and frighting goes past. protests against the government are nothing new and americ...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 19:36:00 GMT |
A Shadow Masquerade |
the incense burns slowly, giving out its scent in waves of white smoke. the smell, its smell; memories come back with it. times of happiness and long walks to places unknown. on rainy days for the sou...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Apr 2009 19:22:00 GMT |
Where James Reddick Lives/Somewhere Lost |
writing has always been an outlet of mine, something i do in my spare time to get out feelings and thoughts which are complicated and hurtful. i did paint while in Japan, but havent taken it up again ...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Mar 2009 15:43:00 GMT |
One Year Ago Today - Macao! (Hong Kong Travel Diary Pt. 7) |
last night at work i realized that one year ago that day, march 9th, i had this experience in yet another country. on this day i saw colonialism first hand, got a taste of european piazza's, stumbled ...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Mar 2009 09:12:00 GMT |
Sleepily Said and Muttered Thickly from a Parched Throat |
i love days like today, when the blue sky is broken only slightly by wisps of pearlescent clouds tearing across the sky on winds i cannot see or feel. in stark contrast to regular winter days where th...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 15:00:00 GMT |
On the Rooftops of London |
an exercise in futility, to that place where nothing exists and an ill wind blows deep. but an exercise it must be so trod on ye soldiers. find your place in this world one step at a time.i have been ...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Feb 2009 08:01:00 GMT |
CRASH |
to write what i feel, that is all i want to do. within every waking hour of the day my thoughts run, discordant and disconnected from the actions and words that i perform. it is like being in two plac...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Feb 2009 10:06:00 GMT |
59 - thats an odd year for an eye twitch to start |
so i survived a car accident. swerving to not hit a deer head on at 70 miles an hour i did a 180, went into the ditch off the side of the road, and the car flipped onto the drivers side. having my eye...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Feb 2009 09:40:00 GMT |
