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
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
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You get to a place where all you feel like doing is writing, and even the certainty of that can be vanquishing. Times may breed discontent, and it is upon that
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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
I took my 9 year old daughter to get new glasses. Being a kid she wasn’t at all interested in their shape, but rather how sparkly or colorful some were.
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.
Perhaps the simplest method of self discovery in human history. The question “Why?” to a willing individual, shines a light such that almost nothing about you can hide. The Method
Recite at the beginning of each day. I, and every being and thing around me are the most recent versions of the Big Bang.
Test post for now, but very much a philosophy by which I have lived my life. More later.
Test post about dreams.
I was a balmy breeze, casually here and there, but suddenly gone. I was a thousand grains of precious pink sand slowly slipping through soft finger tips that grasped at
Much like sushi, You are raw & intimidating to most, but as you delve into the layers you soon realize there is much more than meets the eye. You are
SPOILER ALERT About The Situation In The Walking Dead Season 6, episode 10 “The Next World” , Rick and Daryl find a truckload of food and supplies. As they are
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
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 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
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
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
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
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,