on a journey…

I wrote this last night while….pondering some things. It just came out of me and onto the screen. I rather like it.

Crossing through these ethereal planes with nothing but my mind and some magic perhaps I can hitch a ride on a comet? Someone told me that should I see an otherworldly beast with giant fanged teeth to hold my ground, and let him go around. Through peaks and valleys I float on at a pace to prolong my stay In hopes I may see the beginning again, and experience the future complete.

no crying over spilt milk

A soft blanket of freshly fallen snow glistened like a field of diamonds; me walking alone into the frigid wind, up the path leading to a small log cabin. Over my shoulder is a black duffle bag, in my right hand I carry some groceries; my left holds my cigarette. I take a drag on my smoke and notice how serene the quaint cabin looks with smoke rising from the chimney and nothing but orange candle glow through the windows.

I juggled for the keys and manged too unlock the door and open it without dropping the grocery bag. As I began too step into the house I turned to face the outside, flicked my cigarette butt into the yard, when I finally looked inside the house I was standing three feet away from a half dressed brunette woman laying in a puddle a blood.

Heart beat; faster and faster. Breathing, deeper. Panic, shock… and yet some sort of weird primeval excitement at the site of a dead human being. I was knocked out of my daze of bewilderment and other thoughts by the groceries hitter the floor, a milk jug bursting open. The thick white milk began to roll towards the body, and started mixing with the dark red blood.

The sound of Police sirens startled me yet again… Then, my only thought was; “What the fuck….?”

chilled night; new planets.

A slightly chilled breeze is being forced through my window by a small circular fan; there is a storm coming and fall is pushing harder each day. They say that, and by “they” I mean the people who know this stuff, a set of fifty planets have been found. Only one for now, seems habitual: “HD 85512 b“.

Anyhow, that planet is mine, and anyone who shall try and take it from me will rue the day! …annnnyway, here is a peaceful song to listen to while you ponder…things. Just press play.

[audio:https://blog.tripleonesix.com/music/DJ Spacer – Daydream Melody.mp3 |titles=Daydream Melody |artists=SpaceR |autostart=no]

the waning gibbous moon…

Tonight earth’s lonely celestial satellite, the moon, is shrinking in size; moving from a full moon, to a new moon. During this time, it is said that:

“This is a time for spells that banish, release, reverse. This is a time to break bad habits or bad addictions, to end bad relationships.”

You can feel it, the change… the power of the moon.

im still awake; midnite redesign…

I bet you noticed? You noticed, Right?
Yes, I redesigned the site. It will be… different now.

“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.”
Vincent Van Gogh