Chaos theoryWe sat around the fire feeding the flames with stories long since dead, dried by the kindness of time, laughing at our worst moments without even the need of a bottle.Chaos theory
I told you, that night, of a time when you didn't love me but still would let me kiss you without even being able to hold your hand.
The flames rose higher
when you spoke of me and how much you hated me in that summer that never ended.
I thank every butterfly
that ever landed for causing you to look away so that you might see me again.
Of Elder DaysWhere in that summer's light is the power to stand tall despite the weight of a world unforgotten borne with less than dignity?Of Elder Days
Where was it in that moonlight night, with the moon so bright we could not see the stars, was the power to suck the marrow from life and smile with each new perversion before me?
When the Seasons have gone, when the night has passed, when the land has failed, I could not see but for you.
I looked past you that day and saw that you had stolen my joy in life only to keep giving it back, and more.
Every
It BeginsThe first thing I ever knew about her was that she wanted to sleep with me. Imagine my surprise to find out that this beautiful creature had any kind of interest in me. She was beautiful at 5’5 with long black hair and wide hips. She had a way of walking that made one think of swaying which was accentuated by the patch smack dab in the middle of her ass on her favorite pair of pants. I loved to stare at that patch. This was, of course, more than I could handle as an awkward, geeky, and virginal highschool pseudo-intellectual. I couldn’t believe that this girl, who was as smart as she was beautiful, didn’t see througIt Begins
Who is to say?The letters have failed, the words have faltered. When the pen has fallen silent, when the tongue no longer gestures, the heart stops, the rhythm gone from the world.Who is to say?
Puffed up flesh, made red by the blood of others, lies atop the heaped works of my childhood. Pride never knew me so well as when my hand embraced the pen.
Art is the ultimate conceit.
Reconnet your disconnection.
Joy
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"the best is a matter of standards--and I set my own standards. I inherit nothing. I stand at the end of no tradition. I may, perhaps, stand at the beginning of one."
-Rand
keep rockin dude!
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bon mot-
Used to refer to a clever saying, phrase or witticism.
Often used to describe a witty riposte in dialogue.
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The jungle is dark but full of diamonds.
~Arthur Miller
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The jungle is dark but full of diamonds.
~Arthur Miller
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Burn Your Flags
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The jungle is dark but full of diamonds.
~Arthur Miller
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