Just a few blips of "creative writing" outside my usual pontificating mind.
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His paper flies into the air. And their edges cut her as they pass . . . its love flows red.
They cannot hold without suffocating, they cannot stroke without the bite of a slice. Read More »
There's something so lovely and perfect about published authors' blogs. They are not what you'd call works of art, by all means, as entries merely pose as breaks from their high-tension, deadlined works their careers depend on. And it's to keep the author connected to fans who truly express the word "fanatic" through their support. Read More »
Advice for the person willing to step inside the margins of society:
-Political astuteness always looks rather smart
-Curmudgeon-Jelly-filled people are a good refresher to reality
-Brilliance should send one backwards, as if God's will were shining upon in golden rays
-Intellect does keep an ear keen in conversation
-An eclectic taste in music looks nice and worldly Read More »
I have been really thinking about what it means to be an adult, and after having been the diplomatic voice for arguments adults do not know how to handle, there is no room for silliness. Read More »
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera Read More »
For as long as I can remember, I've consistently been fooled into thinking someone's a good person based solely on how smart they are. Now, I don't mean that I refuse to make friends with anyone with an IQ below 130, I mean that I won't know you're an asshole until you do something truly disgusting if there's intelligence present. And I don't know what it is . . . Read More »
You know, it just figures that as soon as I make a ProU account my thoughts stop. I'm not feeling inspired to do anything, not feeling any drive to make a motion - just nothing. Usually, I would call this "writer's block," but I don't think it is that: it has more to do with the high expectation of myself to write something good. Read More »
There are three groups of things I live for in life: (one) people whom I care for, (two) food, and (three) the arts. The latter, of which being the vector of thought. Read More »
