With thousands of tiny birds. I hear their feathers ruffle. At the edge of my consciousness. Are they made of blood? Such a deep red. They peck at the stretching shadows. Across the ceiling of my room. As car lights bleed past outside. They tap forlornly at the window. I wonder if they will ever escape. I blink as they cry and flee. Until they block up my.

Communicate who you are in all you do. Our blog has moved! April 15, 2008. You can now find us over at blog. Richard Bach, author of the metaphysical classics, Jonathon Livingston Seagull and Bridge Across Forever, noticed that the Idea Fairy came to him when he was gardening, or flying in a plane. The Idea Fairy can be slightly unpredictable.

Can a woman start all over again? How could I have reached my ripe old age and still need to rely so much on discipline. I did of course,in my last post sing the joys of being able to do anything you wanted to if you were living alone. On reflection realise though, if I am not careful I will achieve nothing if there is nobody around to push me. Since a very young age discipline has been my shadow,without her I wonder how my life would have been. It might be my downfall.

The Lish-Carver spat raises questions. The ending is Lish, not Carver. Yet Carver bears some responsibility in not pushing .

My Out Of The Way Place. I peer into the dark and wonder where you are. Do you see the same stars in the sky? Is the chill of the night air cool upon your skin? I peer into the dark and wonder where,. Knowing that the answer may never come. A Shot In The Dark. I wake with a start with the answer upon my lips. In darkness all is lost. I cannot even remember the question. Illumination is not a quest. Only a cold hard shot in the dark.

Wednesday, August 01, 2012. I got home, looked in the mirror, and I swear I looked younger. Wednesday, December 07, 2011. He was the best dog ever. Thursday, December 01, 2011. Instead, let me direct you to a blog. Sunday, November 13, 2011. Wednesday, August 10, 2011.

A place for no arguments nor approvals. Mirror Mirror in the Elevator. When everything is so black and orange.

This blog will be on hiatus for a while. The truth of the matter is that there are just too many demands on my time from the people in my life who need me. By the same token, when I do have a few precious moments of free time, there are simply other ways in which I wish to spend them. How Lovely Is Thy Dwelling Place.

Posted in Advice and Guidance. With tags Things that Make You Go WTF. On July 29, 2009 by Pure Evyl. Ya know it is fucking hot when you bang your old lady on your side of the bed just so that you can have a cool wet place to sleep. On July 27, 2009 by Pure Evyl.