Scars and Hearts or maybe Hearts and Scars

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fear rules all

implanted by hormonal imbalances… I feel the need to shut the hell up, but scream at the heavens. I want so much right now, and though itissoclose, I am also afraid. Afraidofsuccess or maybe even afraidofsomething stronger. I am trying… Continue Reading →

summer is my muse

I’ve realized that since last July things have been a lot more freeing…though not exactly entirely comfortable. I just finally unpacked and painted my room…I have been in a constant state of flux, moving and shaking around, spending little time… Continue Reading →

tuesday’s trials, endless smiles

Ok so I cursed god (and no, I am not prone to fairy tale pandering) last summer when he failed to deliver a fantastic end to what started out to be a lovely summer. I guess the rain started heavily… Continue Reading →

monday drains as the sky pours rain

I find myself randomly inspired. Not that I am inspired to do nothing, but sometimes the fire flickers for a while, my eye fixated at some sparkly thing my hand heart or mouth wants to touch. Sitting on Monday mornings… Continue Reading →

so this thing I’ve been doing

Running around naked and spewing random thoughts at walls–oops. Shut your mouth, girl. Release the pen. It’s funny that I seem to go through phases where I want to just purge all that sits in my head, and other days… Continue Reading →

very innaresting uh huh

I have a feeling things are gonna start going bananas. Today I saw someone I had not seen in some time…and I was not as grossed out as I thought I would be. More like, normal. Not the neighbor who… Continue Reading →

I need my own personal chef

My apartment smells like chilean sea bass. That was my dinner last night, finely prepared by Miss L. Geez-that girl can cook–I always thought I could but I wasn’t married for 11 years to develop such skills. I am the… Continue Reading →

what a difference a day…and a lack of insanity can make

Well thank the gods I am starting to level back down to the plane of rationality. I went a little cuckoo there for about ten days.. Because of my general irrationality and insanity I decided I needed to see someone… Continue Reading →

frigid ice and sunny skies

I love my perch. I have a little couch loveseat set purchased from my friends at the army of salvation. The loveseat is a sunny spot in the room—there’s a building right next to these two windows but the sun… Continue Reading →

these are my moments to purge

Things have been careening in my brain to be a little out of control—there’s a definitive need for me to get it down once and then go back and filter and edit later. This is my project to be done… Continue Reading →

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