Rituals.

Once upon, I saw the world as this other thing Back then, just once, my heart, it held a beat But now there are dark clouds, storms without spring I lie dead, covered with a twisted sheet The world has been corrupted by the Gray Like knights of old, they fight the will to strive So darkness spreads as the night becomes day And what hurts the most is to be alive Once upon time, there were flowers that bloomed When laughter rang out as music and mirth But a horizon of burned-out stars loomed I looked at the world and just saw the earth Fitting then that the vine, the twist, should be, My dark eyes, I don't hate the things I see

I wake to this high gravity. My strength, to rise from the bed, to suffer the depravity, has abandoned me instead. The room has cheered around me. In this aquatic blue I find an ocean deeper than the sea. The vacuum depths inside my mind, having sucked my body dry, leave my with the will to die. The warmth lies in these blankets still. And stay, if I possess the will, should the world keep silent steps, and leave my to my shallow breaths.

I must say, I'm terribly disappointed. I mean, seriously? Considering how many seasons Stargate SG -1 lasted (which was probably one or two too many), I understand why Stargate : Atlantis struggled with story lines. I understand why perhaps they might have chosen to end as early as they did, even though they certainly had the potential to last as long. But I suspect they stabbed themselves in the foot. Now, I certainly can't put my finger on the exact moment when it all went wrong. But I have a suspect in mind. For me, personally, my disappointment began with the Michael storyline. It seemed inevitable, and yet, I wished it had never come. I think it set the show on it's downward path. Well, I guess I did put my finger on the moment, although, as I said, only for me personally. I guess what I have trouble with is how it's gone wrong. Remember, inevitable, but regrettable. And this last season? Tragic. They've made, as I see it, two mistakes. Two threads that I desp...

Some personal favorites. According to Einstein's theory of relativity, Chuck Norris can actually roundhouse kick you yesterday. Chuck Norris destroyed the periodic table. Because Chuck Norris only recognizes the element of surprise. When Chuck Norris falls in water, Chuck Norris doesn't get wet. Water gets Chuck Norris. Some kids piss their name in the snow. Chuck Norris can piss his name into concrete. Chuck Norris' calendar goes straight from March 31st to April 2 nd ; no one fools Chuck Norris. Chuck Norris counted to infinity - twice. Chuck Norris' tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried. Once, while having sex in a tractor-trailer, part of Chuck Norris' sperm escaped and got into the engine. We now know this truck as Optimus Prime. Chuck Norris was originally cast as the main character in 24, but was replaced by the producers when he managed to kill every terrorist and save the day in 12 minutes and 37 seconds. Chuck Norris can speak braille. If you spel...

I am the bride’s head Severed from the body I live in the future, Where science cannot follow And I seek out the prophetic god The one who’s seen it all I ask for his hand in marriage And he gives me my own (even though I had left it behind) So I reject him For he gave me what I already had I continue traveling the distant path In a small clearing I come upon a witch (She has a sugar house) Seated on a stool in the front yard Tending a burning, boiling, black pot Snacking on a child’s bones I am the bride’s head, hesitating So she asks me what I want “A place in the sun.” And she laughs The wolf, who is the moon, has eaten it And it will not be back till it rises over the horizon The end of night Which she assures me will never come As long as I am looking at the world through my own eyes I ask to borrow hers She screams And cowers in her house Licking her fingers clean I cry, a single tear, (I was misunderstood) And continue on my way The woods play tricks on my eyes as ...

I've been busy. I mean, I've actually been busy. So naturally, I've gotten nothing done. Night.

Pulling Teeth. Seriously, pulling teeth.

I'm suffocating. This was the one job I did not want to do again. I never wanted it in the first place. And now, here I am in khakis and a collared shirt. I feel like I'm choking. Literately as well, because I hate these cheap, crappy shirts with giants collars that swallow your neck. The sleeves are annoying too. But at least they had my size. Man, this sucks. And I know, be grateful for what I have. And I am, I swear. I'd just be more grateful if I got something else. And I know, there's no rule against looking for another job while I have this one. But who are we kidding, we're talking about me. I imagine that everyday after work, I'm just going to come home, kick off my shoes, rip off my shirt, and veg in front of the TV until I drag myself to bed, and then drag myself out of it in the morning, and start all over. : raspberry : Man. I have to go.

Stuff. Crap. Whatever.