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"You are my enemy,

Tue Oct 27, 2009, 7:37 AM
...for you refuse to realize that you are the enemies of the goddesses."

-Kahlil Gibran

Would that it were not, but the time for excuses is long overdue.

Read into.

Read out.

Loud.

Keep your pride in check.

The lion wears the crown

But the lioness has the heart
of a warrior

He sits on his throne content. She stirs the herd from complacency.

It is in life's struggles we find our self. In death alone do we find truth, but may we never stop seeking.

Speaking.

  • Listening to: Boyz II Men
  • Reading: Dragon Age: Stolen Throne
  • Eating: Calea z.
  • Drinking: Coffee

Subject

Tue Apr 21, 2009, 11:59 AM
I'm feeling scrappy today. So head on over to my scrapbook for a few tidbits. More to come and go.

--

On a completely unrelated note. Something happened last week that I am just now becoming able to process. It was one of those moments, so surreal, so completely terrifying, that even looking back on it, replaying it in my very own mind, still doesn't seem like it actually happened to me. It was nothing personal, nothing dangerous, nothing traumatizing or anything worrying like that. It has both rekindled my need to create, and temporarily robbed me of one of my greatest inspirations for doing so (that involves actually getting out of the house.) For the moment at least, it just doesn't seem possible to go for a pleasant stroll through the woods after finding something like that...

  • Listening to: a movie being watched downstairs
  • Reading: Terry Brooks - Armageddon's Children

Pardon these morbid meanderings...

Fri Oct 24, 2008, 2:04 PM
Ahh... I'm starting to feel more devious already. Nice to see this place again. In the next few weeks I will start branching out and seeing what everyone has been up to. For now I think I'll stay rooted here and, in the meantime, root out a few of the scattered bits of writing that may soon find their way shaping up for public dissemination. Pity the poor souls who end up absorbing all this petty, poetic propaganda >:|

Getting to the point, however, here are a few thoughts I've had on death recently...

Human sacrifice had long been a powerful tool of the state. The thirsty sun gods needed their daily draught and the greedy overlords needed their subservient population. These times are long gone, but when have their greedy gods ever gone unsated in the centuries since? Surely they've had their fair share of human suffering to feast upon... but how many have simply ceased to be in cowardly, unconscionable works of fire, and with their dissolution, so the life bestowing waters, the flesh bestowing flesh. How many linger yet in silence, in boxes pine and plastic? What image of the afterworld are we creating... what private hells? In our ever "sensitive" (read, fearful) approach to our final resting place, how many great cycles, unbroken since the dawn of this infant species, has our fear-minded meddling unhinged?

Death ceases to be one with life when flesh does not feed flesh.

War ceases to be war when blood is not payed for in blood.

Again, pardon these morbid meanderings... These things consume that do not find egress.

  • Watching: Ancient Warriors - The Aztecs

For days we've been trapped in this well.

Fri Jan 20, 2006, 6:11 AM
These thoughts rise with the dust

The cadence builds with these motes

These notes

C8H10N4O2

Sun Mar 6, 2005, 11:35 PM
.These days the watered-down art of rhetoric consists of purely semantic points. Words brushing against each other. The only conflict that results from these discords is that which occurs within. This new breed of rhetoric, this cowardly, often haphazard, word play often locates that resonance externally. You can shatter your opponent's armour, flay his skin to bone and gristle, with words alone. The will of another living thing can easily be broken by a no-thing in this manner. But, I would argue, anyone who bites this poorly obscured fish-hook deserves their fate. Only where real conflict occurs is change effected. Strip away your beliefs and you may find the arena in which this change occurs.

"vakir eins og við
lífi trútt"

This chain of thought heavily influenced by six words I had not yet read. Sleep depravity allows for interesting thought patterns, even without the aid of Björk's inspiration.

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