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Phantomessa Unbound: May 2006
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A solitary, unkempt garden of midnight, where words are free to bloom unfettered into moonlit flowers of poetry, painting, philosophy, and soliloquy. Saturday, May 27, 2006. So many things, wrought by the hand of man. Crafted and spun to the best laid of plans. We all whisper bargains in hurried command. Thinking not of our fate. Plodding true with the sand. That falls in time, for on the ‘glass is a hand. On the white stone he sits, in noble reprieve. Sculpture of onyx on tablet demeaned. What is love b...
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A Melancholy Gypsy: February 2006
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Insane, paranoid, delusional rantings of a melancholy gypsy. Monday, February 06, 2006. I decided to write about time because I started to ponder whether anniversaries are simply a human condition, or do annual celebrations actually mean anything. Keep in mind that this essay is purely speculative and in no way did I do any research of any kind whatsoever. However, does remembering/celebrating something once a year better than say, remembering and celebrating it everyday? I think not. But does that a...
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A Melancholy Gypsy: November 2005
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Insane, paranoid, delusional rantings of a melancholy gypsy. Tuesday, November 08, 2005. Can I really read people so well that I know true intention and meaning of their communications before they do? Is this really a possibility or am I really just full of shit/myself? There is this woman, and for a while I believed she was the devil. In fact I thought most women were evil. I find that most men are evil as well. And not inherently, mind you. Why would I think this way? Well, there is this woman. First, ...
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A Melancholy Gypsy: October 2005
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Insane, paranoid, delusional rantings of a melancholy gypsy. Thursday, October 27, 2005. Bear with me, for i am new. It is amazing when you think about how much there is to know,. You realize how little you know,. Then you realize how long it took you to learn as much as you have,. Then you realize that you don't have enough time to learn enough to be satisfied,. Then you realize that life is best lived in darkness. But knowing you are living in darkness is mentally debilitating,. View my complete profile.
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A Melancholy Gypsy: February 2008
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Insane, paranoid, delusional rantings of a melancholy gypsy. Saturday, February 09, 2008. Former Pakistani Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto. Now why the debate of how she died. Why get into an arguement about the logistics of death. She died as consequence to a violent action. Apparently dieing by gunshot wound to the head comes with more political clout than a simple blunt force trauma to the head. Posted by nick at 1:59 PM. Fullerton, California, United States. View my complete profile.
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A Wolf's Reflections: November 2005
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Tuesday, November 22, 2005. Evil wears red pradas. Now I am half joking of course since I do not even believe in evil still. There are dark and negative energies around us which are perceived as "evil". Any time something happens out of the norm or something we just can not swallow as "just or normal" we label it as evil. Is there a negative force here on Earth that is trying to overthrow the "light"? No But they both must exist or else there would be no balance and therefore no test either. I thought to...
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Phantomessa Unbound: June 2006
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A solitary, unkempt garden of midnight, where words are free to bloom unfettered into moonlit flowers of poetry, painting, philosophy, and soliloquy. Wednesday, June 28, 2006. The Angel of Freedom. And, just as she thought she must surely have reached the culmination of these successive blessings, her closed, ecstatic eyes detected a change in light. The sun she hadn’t ever realized she was able to perceive was blotted out before her. What say you, child? Will you fly with me into the creation of memory?
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Phantomessa Unbound: January 2006
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A solitary, unkempt garden of midnight, where words are free to bloom unfettered into moonlit flowers of poetry, painting, philosophy, and soliloquy. Tuesday, January 31, 2006. Virile leaves painted against the sky. Peeling bark that rakes against our ears. Unhand me, fools, I escape above your lie,. I seek to make your screaming disappear. Crickets sing a song above the sky. A distant hillside rounds to meet the dew. The leaves beneath are soft.a bed to cry. Of moaning Fate whose pity breeds fortune.
