quit your complaining"Quit your complaining.""Life's not fair.""Suck it up."Ever hear these things? I grew up with the first one, and a bit of the second, in the literal sense. The third was always been there too, but less directly. As an adolescent I was even offered an incentives program for not complaining. If I managed not to complain for a certain amount of time, I got a prize.Fast forward to twenty years old. I had a job I hated, a personal life spiralling towards breakdown, and... hey look, I'm complaining! Or am I? At the job, of course everyone complained in some way, we all hated it. What I didn't say, however, were things like, "My back hurts s
ocean ocean salt smell on the airstarfish guard their secret thoughts sand shifts under surf
garden garden waterlilies singcrystal water ripples soft butterfly listens
vampire vampiredancing on the devil's nightredefining what is righthowling at the desert moonintertwining, haunting tunenever let the darkness gohunting victims to and frofading with the rising sunwaking now, the dreams are done
18. LoveLoveI'd tell you I love youbut I'm too afraid to saythe words that could sendeverything falling awayscared that the same thingswill happen againit's always been that waywhether women or menI like what we haveso friends we will stayperhaps courage will find mesome other dayif you feel the samebut can't say it as wellat least as good friendswe'll forge life out of hellsomewhere deep downI wonder what could beif you turned around and saidthat you love me
dream1: yeti from outer spaceIt's daytime and I'm on a road trip with my entire immediate family (parents and three siblings). At some point all the water in the car starts turning into foamy orange liquid like melted sherbert meets fizzing-out soda. We get out of the car and realize it's happening to all water sources around us (other people pulled over too). As we're wondering what the heck is going on, it's suddenly nighttime and UFOs appear and suddenly these white yeti-like creatures are appearing and killing people. (They looked like the typical yeti from World of Warcraft.)As we're running away, I try to write in a small notebook what happened in case the US Gov
dream2: outer space, no yeti(The title is a joking reference to the previous dream.)This dream started as some weird sort of video game that was a combination of Riddick, LEGOS, and World of Warcarft. It eventually evolved into a fairly modern-day space drama that had nothing to do with any of that.The initial bits of the setup are vague now, but there was a space flight to Jupiter and it seems like most of the crew died due to something beyond our control. The survivors were myself (a female astronaut), a guy who was probably the captain (let's call him Bob, he was played by Ed Harris), and Brian, another astronaut. Brian had some kind of form or paper inside a fil
dream: Riddick in Landel's?I am Riddick. I wake up, finding myself in a mental hospital. Ah. Yeah. Familiar, but I'm new here. I've just been drugged after a fight with a patient. My only thought now is "I want out" and it is not nighttime yet. But no nurses or orderlies, just me in the room. I am able to leave through the door (did I break it? I think it was unlocked) and walk quickly down a hall into a room I shouldn't be allowed into. Hell, I shouldn't be allowed out of my room without supervision. They'll be looking for me any second now. This new room is all white and not unlike looking through the inside of a bunch of subway train cabins connected together someho
Please read this.All I really want to say is, "read John Perkins' Confessions of an Economic Hit Man." You could stop right here and go to your local library or bookstore (take $15 plus tax for the paperback), and I'd be happy. That said, I'm going to tell you why I feel this way, so feel free to stick around and listen.Confessions of an Economic Hit Man has... I want to say "changed my life" but a more accurate statement is that it's explained a lot of things I already knew and felt but couldn't put my finger on. And then some. I'll start with the general premise of the book, but seriously, you should go read it. Then you could see for yourself all the int
not allowed7/31/07It was brought up recently in a place where such conversations are safe, that in a Christian home we grew up expected to be happy. We learned to stuff our other feelings, because they were inappropriate.I remember my father telling me to smile or not to look so moody. I spent a lot of time in other worlds, I didn't mean to look anything. It hurt when he said that. Like he had to be in control of everything about me all the time. And it's not like he ever asked if there was something wrong. Because nothing was ever wrong. (Unless I asserted some sort of independent thought.)How was it any of his business? People cannot always smil
Riddick, Shane, Toombs dream(Shane is my original character created for a bad-fanfiction-waiting-to-happen based on the universe of the movie The Chronicles of Riddick. Shane is Richard B. Riddick's daughter and looks about 12 years old.)I started this dream as Riddick, let loose in a large prison environment containing some sort of haphazard structure in the center of a gargantuan "room" that had a dirt floor and extremely sparse plants scattered around, almost like an enclosed biosphere, except square and surrounded by walls and a ceiling. I was closest to the central structure so I climbed to the top, killing everyone on the way, and becoming "king of the hill." Mo
A Splinter in the MindA Splinter In The MindOver the ages, philosophers have debated the concept of our world being an illusion. Is our reality real? Is it a dream? Are our brains held in vats wired to a giant, evil computer? The pop-culture phenomenon The Matrix brought the illusory world idea to a huge audience when it hit theaters in 1999. I personally adored this movie and the thought-provoking philosophy it introduced to my mind. But how much truth does the illusory world concept hold? Truth is a big word in philosophy, and not to be used lightly. Let us see if we can see even a glimmer of truth in the line of thinking I would like to present to you. I will
the chicken dream(This is the write-up of an actual dream I had roughly two nights ago, plus major dream symbol interpretations and a few thoughts. See deviation description for the reason behind my category choice.)I was some random Antonio Banderas character. I'd been captured by a weird group of people who would only let me go if I fought a chicken. In a small arena. Oookay. At any rate, I wasn't scared, I knew I'd kick the chicken's butt but the other people seemed to think I'd die.I went into a dark area where they said I could prepare for the fight, but a bunch of people tried to beat me up. I remember a girl character suddenly being around who was
haiku 4 stoopid peopleto bike in the rainwith my shoelaces untiedis asking for pain
TrappedOne thing I have learned That all my trust is earnedAnd once it is destroyed Null and void Such a black hole Way out there Flying in space Can't eraseAnd so I am here Sitting calmly in spiteOf the things I might Say to you Such a black hole Way out here Flying in space Can't eraseDon't like who I am I don't care what I doAs long as I always Hide from you Such a black hole Way out where Flying in space Can't erase
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