Blackout International

I am a Traveler

I have traveled unto the East.
Into the glow of the rising sun.
Mine eyes witness what only minds can comprehend.
Wages pure, sight unseen, eternally indeterminate.
Lend me your hand, for rising has become difficult.
I proclaim nothing -
Nothing more than a steadfast grip in the darkness.
As men, we are all on the level.
Show you have brought your tools.
Show you have more light to give.
Then we shall be brethren without blood,

Daily Thoughts.

I want my music back. People keep menatally stealing it from me. Especially one person. She stole like 4 albums from me. I cannot listen to them now. Maybe later.

I hate this election. It is so full of partisan crap. I don't even care who wins anymore. Hell, if George Soros wants it so badly, he can be President.

Today's color? Blue. Why?! Well, why the fuck not? Who are you to question?

Given that all things are upon the "level of time", I cannot help but feel very impermanent right now.

People in the Society for Creative Anachronism (Renaissance fair actors) really piss me off...Almost as badly as clowns do. Why can't we give them Wyoming, or some other remote area in which to cavort in tights, and use phrases like "bonnie lass"?

I don't really feel depressed, I'm just an actor - playing a depressed character in an unpublished network mini-series aptly titled "I'm So Full of Shit".

Your mesh trucker cap sucks, and somewhere deep-down inside, you know it. Take it off, and burn it already.

Denial, baby.

You asked, I did.
You wanted, I went.
Darling devil, poison maiden;
Antifreeze sweetness coats my throat.

You have nothing...
Nothing to worry...
Worry your little head...
Head about anymore...

Safe -
Fear outside burns, rages.
Cynical cry, stagnant paces.
Entombed in your room.
Humming Joydrop's Cocoon.