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Frankenstein and Her Monster. Apologies to the Audience. Jezebel on Appetite…. Jezebel on Elevation…. Welcome to My Modern Moral Decay. In order of mortal temporality, ascending, but not inherently in order of import–an index. January 16, 2015. A Brand New Day. I Need a Martini. Glory to Me in the Highest. In order of mortal temporality, ascending, but not inherently in order of import–an index. A Brief Commercial Break. Apologies to the Audience. Frankenstein and Her Monster. Frankenstein and Her Monster.
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I Don't Understand the Present.
I Don't Understand the Present. Let me tell you about the time when something occurred. Small details: I had planned on going to the gym after work. Instead, I made a conscious decision to allow myself to fall deeper into this sadness. I made a conscious decision to buy a bottle of Irish whiskey (it makes me feel connected to so many things). I made a conscious decision to not make real food. I say I don’t care but it’s because I do care. There are so many truths about me that I find disturbing. Trut...
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Call to arms EP release. Supercharged rock in it's most feral. This is YOUR life, do what you LOVE.and do it often. If you don't like something, change it. Open your arms and get lost in the music.
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I'm bored as hell. Saturday, March 27, 2004. I love you all! This is my new blog. I already have a xanga, but I wanted one from here too. These things drive me nuttso. Posted by T : 8:41 AM.
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Something Oddly. . .
Something Oddly. . . Ordinary and extraordinary magic happens every day and it usually takes place right under your nose. We are everywhere, we are just like anyone else and we have the same challenges, issues and problems as anyone else; we just sprinkle a little magic around to help iron out the wrinkles a bit. This is one witches' life. . . and it is a little oddly. Sunday, July 13, 2014. Vote with your feet and walk in the gap. Men did, it exposes their mind set and it should be heard so we can decid...
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somethingof | life within and without
Life within and without. March 30, 2016. New shoots are pressing thro’. Life returning after dark. Change has pushed thro’ change. And is pressing forth more. Silent, inching juggernaut. To which our weary eyes might close. And failing limbs lie down awhile…. Yet, there is something in this rising. Which causes emerald blades. To pierce the waiting earth. Double-edged thro’ our troubled hearts. I smell the hint of smoored fire. In an instant of crisp air. And even with closed eyes. Journey of the soul.