unless stated, none of these photos were taken by me
11:09 - 12-29-05
my dream house
If I had the magic
I'd grow a tree as tall as a mountain
and build me a house
up high in it's branches
I would live there alone
I would let birds and bats
I would raise a whole garden
The stars and moon
I would live to be very old
11:04 - 12-29-05
a needed response
And if you say Clayton may even ____ you, then don't you think he knows what he's doing? I bet you admiire him. I bet he's a good man. He woudln't ___ a worthless man. A man any less than wonderful. And that is you.
2:06 - 12-29-05
Raspeluna's Ressurection, pt.1
They thundered down the canyons, past the corpse trees, down through the abandonned elf tunnels, to the resting place of their Lord, the Great Raspeluna. They whipped their horses into a frenzy, charging in circles around the tombstone. The warriors raises their swords, and shouted into the air.
Their leader lept off his horse, and climbed to the top of the monolith. He looked out over the valley, the trees were still scarred from the fires, the grasslands still carried the stain of blood. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a tiny scroll.
He looked up into the sky, he could see the Red Planet to the North, and the Great She-Bear constellation rising high over the Brandy Mountains. It was time.
"HALT!" he cried out to the warriors. They quieted their horses, and formed a cresent line around the front of the tombstone.
"Great and Powerful Mat-uva, Mother of us all, bless us with your pressence!" He saluted from his forehead to the sky. "Alleiluah, she is here!"
"SHE IS HERE!" the warriors echoed.
He checked his footing, then slowly knelt down at the tip of the monolith, and lowered his arms towards the earth.
"Awesome and Terrible Leguba, Father of death, rise up and bring her soul back to us!"
"SHE IS RISEN!" the warriors echoed again.
feh, inspiration gone... I'll finish this later.
1:30 - 12-29-05
feelings and books
What if I just threw it all away?
my old futon
put the books I'll never read into a box
ditch the magazines I never paid for
I'm feeling trapped again
like the walls are closin in
ugh, it's so melodramatic
Clayton bought me a book
It's a book of quotes
"My teaching is about remembering. It is about becoming conscious of the truth and living it. It is not enough just to know the words. Words are easily forgotten. Words must become practice. And patience must become spontaneous action.
-Paul Ferrini "Miracle of Love"
Clayton also gave me the "Gemstone Bible", the actual title being:
This is one of those special refrence books, everyone has one.
"Whereever you are, whatever you do, a part of you is experiancing universal love."
12:42 am - 12.29.05
weblog entry 001
Heyho, I'm tired and fiddl;ing with my design, two of the worst combinations ever. I'm trying the weblog thingy. We'll see how this works.
I need to fix my older page now.