What she held has once been a mere leather journal bought from a merchant, now had been repainted by so many enchantments and augmented with enochian script, that it ceased to be merely paper glued to a spine, but contained secret pages, and was capable of transmitting mythic knowledge. It has become a conduit into the supernatural world.
If outsiders knew, she would be hunted, the book soaked in oil and set ablaze.
Palladium light laden the aging asphalt, gas pumps and fresh puddles. I prance though blocks of houses admiring what once was. Only hints here and there of my diminishing consciousness. Not my first, and hopefully not my last chance to search for her; a key to my introspection. A welling aria builds, my feet sink into the road. As I slosh my way forward I glimpse her blonde billowing hair. She squinted her turquoise eyes. Our first kiss, we knocked our teeth together. She turned toward a darkening shower ahead, the clouds licked with violet power. I wake with a headache, sun setting and a coffee now cold.
I wonder what sort of hidden mask awaits beneath my social and egoic strata.
Ahhh, Breaking Bad, what wonders has the story done to my creative mind. Brilliant and poetic story telling.
多分他のブログ作りたい。約四年前に日本語を勉強して始まりました。
今、米国に住んでいますけど、次年、日本で多分働けます。だから、日本語でブログを作っていいと思います。
I may create another blog. I’ve been practicing Japanese for about four years.
Right now I live in America but next year I may be able to work in Japan. So, creating a Japanese blog seems like a good idea.
Knowledge of impermanence and embracing the ever changing nature of the universe, does not mean it cannot, nor should not have an emotional collision. Idealistically, you should not tether yourself to a moment passed, but we’re human and our responses are multifarious.
An artist I only recently followed on Twitter, Quinni, passed recently of cancer. Dug a little deeply since my father has survived cancer twice now, and this young girl perished too early.
Through my growth, destruction, social oblivion, and the revelation of the reality of circumstantial significance, the trappings of the corridors of psychic, moral, and ideological limitation transformed. Allowing for halls untethered to expected blueprints to be drafted, and for my own self-determinants, to forge a new mask.
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