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Personal Mythology

An Evil Hath Found Me

I was searching through some books with a friend trying to find something about Neil Gaiman’s Sandman. Instead, each cover I found that seemed to resemble the Sandman was suddenly

Meeting Yourself As a Child

I was looking for my small t-rex pet and only found his bones. I cried but no one seemed to care. However I also found a rainbow colored tube. It

I Thank My Enemies

Like any obstacle, enemies serve to exercise us. They are hills and mountains to climb, providing opportunity for growth. I thank my enemies. Bookmark Please login to bookmark

I Am A Demon Hunter

Jung’s Ego is the hero. The goal of Jungian psychology in terms of the Ego’s development is to strengthen the Ego through introspection and integration of the Shadow. And the

Soft Static

Comfy and nestled in distortion. Bookmark Please login to bookmark

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I Dreamt I Was a Demi-God

I dreamt my normal fare of abstract things until I found myself floating above an immense green-grass field enclosed within a circle of immortal trees. My world spun slowly as

Life is Vampiric

Every living thing must consume other living things. Some people don’t like this, and they feel bad about it, so they consume plants and think to themselves “At least plants

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A Deck of Cards

My girlfriend was readying herself for work this morning as I dreamt that there was a deck of cards to my far right, and as I was lying in bed I

I Dreamt Of A God, Ozmodus

I dreamt of a God, Ozmodus with whom a civilization of man had grown up with. He’s an immense planet of a being sitting in distant space like a moon. On

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Harkonnen

Feed the black wolf, feed the white.Feed the day, or feed the night.Feed my shell, or feed my depthFeed my self, and don’t forget. Feed my hope, and feed my

Morality is Gray

[et_pb_section admin_label=”section”] [et_pb_row admin_label=”row”] [et_pb_column type=”4_4″] [et_pb_text admin_label=”Text”] Many believe (I think mistakenly) that ethics are always black and white. This stems from the belief that good and evil are objective, real

Death Is Not Meant To Be

Death Is Not Meant To Be

Death is not “meant to be”. If death were meant to be, baby’s and puppies would not die upon birth, because they experienced nothing of life to give the meaning to “meant

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When is a Crow a Snake?

When you love her she finds you useful. When you pursue her she finds you unattractive. When she is alone you are necessary. When she is bored she is done.

My Black Star

A few words on a symbol I can no longer call my own, as it belongs to others as well. Black holes reduce things to a single dimensional point. Paradox

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The Wolf and The Man

I feel more like the wolf than I do the “man” in this scene. Not because I feel like some mystical creature to awe over, but because I’ve been almost

Black Is My Color

Black is depth beyond perception. Black shrouds the unseen and thus is feared. Black is the edge of non-existence, like living death. Black is exotic in its imperceptibility. Black is faster than

My Soul Is a Desert

The desert is a fairly serious landscape. Issues within it are rarely complicated for the most part; you survive or you do not. I am both dying and surviving. The

I am a Fine Tuned Machine

She said I was a fine tuned machine. It made a lot of sense. I seem to be naturally obsessed with exactness, efficiency, needing full knowledge of things before I allow

Music is a Cell

Imagine music as a cell wall. Turn it up and the wall expands, growing the cell silencing much of the outside influences of others, unless they can comfortably enter the wall. People

Abathur My Home Boy

I play a lot of Heroes of The Storm. There are all sorts of human, orc, elven, and other characters. But the one I relate to most is this grubbish,

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