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We all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, yellow submarine... -The Beatles |
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 A part of me has died. I am swamped by the waves of mediocrity. I struggle to revive myself, but the inertia borne of long-standing conformity prohibits me. There shall be retribution. One day... If to the fleeting hour I say 'Remain, so fair thou art, remain!' Then bind me with your fatal chain, For I will perish in that day. 'Tis I for whom the bell shall toll, Then you are free, your service done, For me the clock shall fail, to ruin run, And timeless night descend upon my soul. - Goethe, Faust, the bargain with Mephistopheles Sift through my mind... Arrow of Scarlet Ruin accompany the wilderness tracker Anuis Drake Scarletarrow, Night Caste Exalted, as he travels through the world of Creation and rediscovers his past Quiet Times with God a page for daily bible reflection Stages of Rebirth...
To blogly go where no one has gone before... a josephine hopeful wanderer aileen ... my light... anatalia ana the pooh andrea the dog pound anj purveyor ayen boulevard avenue ben stormwrite carmen chainreaction cha absolutely not cyril a beautiful mind dara strangefire gen every hour... gyll xhybrid17 halcyon contradiction ivy life as i live it joy backspaced kalag kalag hell is made of... lady lazarus poetic art maybelle i'm bored myla twisted solitude moks silent screams... neng ... alleged narcissist owen the stew chronicles ramonster 11am... romel soulsearching sam chronicles of sam... sancho sancho benavides sancho the mad tea party shiro journeys sj lugaw madness club t. tulala-tulele toi luna tony outside looking in... zane fell out of love...  Call me Ishmael... or rather, call me when there's something I can contribute. I like a good book anytime; over a cup of coffee, while I'm in the shower, while I'm chasing the cat to get its tail between the jaws of a laundry clip. I believe in socialism, I believe in capitalism. I believe in exorcism, I don't believe in demons. I am a walking contradiction of sorts, always looking over my shoulder just to make sure there's no dentist around. You would call me friend, I will call you by your name, and only when I need you. I believe in the rationality of man, but only when it's convenient. There are times when i paint, just before I slice the onions to sauté. I spend my time hanging upside down on the sofa, with a good book in hand. I never stop thinking, except while I'm sleeping, and even then, I still do. I hate sleep. It's Time's ultimate thief. But don't remind me of that when I'm sleepy. I was an atheist, now I'm a Christian. I'm an Objective Realist, but I believe in God. I've met Him and took Him to eat at a gourmet burger shop down the corner. It's gone now. I fed Him fries and a large Coke. He fed me with Life. I don't believe in religion. It's slave morality, the moral code of the looters. I believe in relationship; and reality. I will ask you to walk with me, so that you'd notice my pink Chuck Taylor's, and then I'd leave you if you cannot keep up. I'll give you something to help you on your way though, but only if you ask. You'll call. I won't look back. I never look back; except when there's the threat of a dentist. Call me Ishmael... call me tomorrow.  
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i woke up at one o'clock this afternoon. again. and i tossed and turned for several hours, harassed by a deafening racket in my head that seemed to increase in intensity the harder i tried to get back to sleep. i slept eventually. i don't remember what time. but what i do remember is that i woke up with an anvil for a head and somebody was forging a pitchfork on top of it.