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Of Human Bondage: February 2009
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Sunday, February 22, 2009. Right, here I am, sitting at home on a Saturday night. Its 2 in the morning and I've had 3 glasses to drink in my room. Best of all, I'm writing my book. Hell, I'm freaking scared. One reason I'm actually blogging about what I'm doing is so as to prevent my backing out; you can't back out once people know what you're doing, right? Change. One of my biggest enemies right now. I so need the Muses here right now, or maybe Dike, Goddess of Victory. Maybe Athena as well. This one we...
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Of Human Bondage: August 2009
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Monday, August 17, 2009. It has come to past. The page has finally turned and the end has been reached. That which was to be a happy ending has all come to naught; this is another series in a collection of short stories. A year mixed with sorrow, joy and pain has been closed. Oh how the yearning for the tale that does not end, 'twas one that had beauty, life, the embodiment of what was love. Now, faced with the chasm of darkness, into the abode of despair, would this be the path to take?
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Of Human Bondage: March 2009
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009. Merriam Webster defines it as " a trend or shift toward a lower or less perfect state. That is what I feel, has befallen the AJ community, to an extent of varying degrees, depending on where you stand. A society renown for its affluence, eloquent and refined, albeit being slightly campy when in groups. The inane topics and gossips that we used to blog about was seriously laughable. Hell, we should have been laughing at ourselves as we wrote them. Despite that, I do hope to have ...
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Of Human Bondage: January 2009
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Monday, January 26, 2009. The Castle of Crossed Destines. Using the tarot cards to tell a story, genius Italo Calvino weaves his magic with the aid of the age old fortune telling device, the Tarocchi. A castle, supposed to be an impregnable fortress, has turned out to be a prison from which I am unable to escape. Trapped in this huge space, crippled with my inability to know the future, I'm paralyzed by my fears. I entreat the help from the Gratiae in this time. I have never been so afraid. Hiding in the...