So I sustained a boo boo here Friday night/ Saturday morning, a boo boo that has left me unable to write as much, and while I could just apologize for my recent absence, I have decided rather to detail the events as best as I can without further injuring myself. It's Friday evening, and I … Continue reading Boo Boo
A couple months ago I visited my brother, Mr. Hamilton, in the lovely state of Colorado. He picked me up from the airport in Denver, and after not having seen him for a while, the reunion was crisp and sweet. My brother is my biggest advocate, despite being hundreds of miles removed from the massive … Continue reading Emotional Currency
My oh my, where has The Ghost been? Where has his insightful rhetoric and unsolicited references to his favorite music gone? Perhaps he has died. Perhaps he is out adventuring through the wilds of Bora Bora. Perhaps he is erecting a new panda conservation site, dedicated to the revitalizing the population of those monochromatic bears. … Continue reading Dream Catcher
I'm what you would call an urban explorer; essentially, I break into abandoned places for fun. I'm a professional interloper. Honestly, I don't do it for the thrill anymore. I used to, for sure. The adrenaline rush coming from the fear of being caught hooked me, but I stuck with it for the solitude. There … Continue reading FICTION FRIDAY: "The Strobe"
I want to get this blog back on track as far as offering help and advice following breakups, general self-help, and coping with abuse. Things have been busy, and I have done my best to experiment with some stuff that interest me. That being said, I think I want to keep this blog a bit … Continue reading Out of the Dark
I taught myself how to read tarot years and years ago. I could probably still do it, but people take card reading very seriously. Most people don't realize that it is all a play on psychology, a generous dollop of artifice to mask the fact that the reader is asking prying questions that the querent … Continue reading So You Want to Quit Your Fortune Telling Job?
I've made many things that I am very proud of. I've made some things from scratch and others from scraps. I've found eyes that had so much more to see and popped them in new faces. I've taken dusty fingers from a child's grave and made them into a warrior. I've polished long-dead teeth and … Continue reading FICTION FRIDAY: "Heart"