I have little so say concerning my current mood or composure. I am more pre-ordained to write of dreams today. For but recently very haunting dreams have been plaguing my hours living out of consciousness. Spiders, Homeless people, friends, suicide, family. Mostly my dreams concern some sort of attack, rarely ending in my death or suggestion of such conclusion. My dreams trail off into any illustration of a constant attack of my body, usually unprovoked humanic violence or any animal.
As I believe dreams act as an excellent illustration of the mind, I shall try to read some Jung and Neiztchen Arguments. And as for now I shall leave this post to be edited sometime soon, my mind is far to numb to advance further into discussion of this document.
I found a girl. I am attracted to a bit. Signs of change waver Kurt's thoughts. Mephisto grins in taste
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
Monday night it is and O so quaint, the humidity has subsided and the few sparks emitted from my energy drink fuel my brain for the last few moments of this night.
I sit alone, as usual on my computer. Tonight I bleed heavily from the heart, it longs for companionship... or fullfillment. When the night comes I feel worthless, I know not the reason for such dreariness... I want so much to be complete now...
like I was schedulaed to be. But I am far behind, and slipping further into the shadows from
which I came from. Creepy crawly things have taken over my gym, it has been 4 days since the Y. I feel like death. My mind is failing.
Goodnight, Kurt is here.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
War Of Odin
ODIN
His name is related to óðr, meaning "mind", "excitation," "fury" or "poetry," and his role, like many of the Norse pantheon, is complex: he is a god of wisdom, war, battle and death. He is also attested as being a god of magic, poetry, prophecy, victory and the hunt.
The War Of Odin
I can in no way discribe the thoughts composing me right now, or how I came to create this blog. I can only describe the settings in which my operations are conducted. Mental first, I am a Stoic, though on occasion a weary sense of loating and emotional creep through late at night. I have diligintly strove for the mindset of Stoic, yet have only aslained to this harmony but recently. Sometimes they leak through. When the lights go out and the moon beckons my sleeplessness, a deep loathing escapes me, of what I know not, and herein I am bothereed regulary at night.
And I sit, on a very dear friend's computer, she lays about the floor with my most valued garcon. She crave's the nature of his body, the palace of aesthetics he built months ago, during my absence... During a darker time. He avoids her quite consistantly, and I know not his intentions. Though he is somewhat as I was, Split between logical actions and the impulsive begging of his carnal body. It is in my sleep which he allows her desires to be fullfilled, but only as far as
a virgin concerns herself with the fullfillment of desire.
Fur Elise, O bethovan, how your work was misinterpreted. Such beuaty discovered
in a frenzy and asailing the critics doned to the wrong women, Fur Elise. No; Fur Therese. For Therese.
Many, no doubt, are well disposed, but sluggish by constitution and by habit, and they cannot conceive of a man who is actuated by higher motives than they are. Accordingly they pronounce this man insane, for they know that they could never act as he does, as long as they are themselves.
I shall retire now, Ave Satanas
His name is related to óðr, meaning "mind", "excitation," "fury" or "poetry," and his role, like many of the Norse pantheon, is complex: he is a god of wisdom, war, battle and death. He is also attested as being a god of magic, poetry, prophecy, victory and the hunt.
The War Of Odin
I can in no way discribe the thoughts composing me right now, or how I came to create this blog. I can only describe the settings in which my operations are conducted. Mental first, I am a Stoic, though on occasion a weary sense of loating and emotional creep through late at night. I have diligintly strove for the mindset of Stoic, yet have only aslained to this harmony but recently. Sometimes they leak through. When the lights go out and the moon beckons my sleeplessness, a deep loathing escapes me, of what I know not, and herein I am bothereed regulary at night.
And I sit, on a very dear friend's computer, she lays about the floor with my most valued garcon. She crave's the nature of his body, the palace of aesthetics he built months ago, during my absence... During a darker time. He avoids her quite consistantly, and I know not his intentions. Though he is somewhat as I was, Split between logical actions and the impulsive begging of his carnal body. It is in my sleep which he allows her desires to be fullfilled, but only as far as
a virgin concerns herself with the fullfillment of desire.
Fur Elise, O bethovan, how your work was misinterpreted. Such beuaty discovered
in a frenzy and asailing the critics doned to the wrong women, Fur Elise. No; Fur Therese. For Therese.
Many, no doubt, are well disposed, but sluggish by constitution and by habit, and they cannot conceive of a man who is actuated by higher motives than they are. Accordingly they pronounce this man insane, for they know that they could never act as he does, as long as they are themselves.
I shall retire now, Ave Satanas
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