Four minutes away from the next chapter

Where am I going?
As far as the sparrow flies.
Where have I been?
Where the grass isn't afraid to die.

O negative

I am the leader of my temporary world.

I used to be younger.

I'm O negative to be amicable.

Such is life.

I can't begin to explain...

A bowhead whale was capturted and killed. The whale had a small piece of metal lodged in its neck. The piece of metal dated back to the 1880's. The whale itself was between 115-130 years old. I couldn't help but think how brutal a thing it is to kill something that has survived so many of man's atrocities.

Work thoughts

I don't think of myself as being a displaced, inconsistent, or temporary person. Yet others view me as such. And it is, and can only be because I find most of my jobs trivial. Not that hard work isn't important, on the contrary, hard work is very important, character building. I am a hard worker, and consistent if I have a good leader. So my answer to being so disinterested in work is; I need a leader I can follow, and I haven't any interest in becoming one if I don't believe in the work. Most of my characters that I write about are loners who are quite happy living on the fringe or living in their delusions, till they have a life changing experience and become their own personal hero. I plan on doing that. That's me in a nut shell.

A favorite poem

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

Church of pain killers

There isn't anything quite like a toothache. The pain can be so intense it causes a ringing in your ear. As I am perpetually broke, tooth pain is something I am all to familiar with. Clove oil doesn't really work, not for long anyway. And the oragel shit usually numbs my tongue and throat if I'm not careful. I only pray when the dentist and I finally come together to battle this ailment, I don't have to have a root-canal (another one).
Blessed pain killers.

abc's of me

Speak loudly that way you are never misunderstood.