No. Yes. Maybe...

So, I felt like being bloggy again.
BloggGaBlOOGAbLOggABlog.

I also feel like listing random words I think are great...like banana...
...and cucumber.
and Mayonnaise.
'Bork' is a fun one I find myself saying a lot, too...thanks Thor.
Pineapple.
Most of these are foods. I'm not hungry. They are just fun to say.

This online journal thing is pretty funny, too. I'm sure most people who have these things write these crazy, long, intricate entries, get really into them, pour their heart and soul into it, smile, then push the /post/ button.
Yep. Just like that.
Then, the next day, they go check out their blogs, maybe to make another post, and look back on that previous entry. Then they think, "WTF is this crap!??!?!?!"
Yea...that happens all the time. I guess it's a persistent pursuit to be on top of the 'artistic' aspects of one's self. Fwhhhatevar.

There is no point to this post.

Just a ramble...
the end.

The Ol' Switcharooney?

So, I have a thought I'd like to share to the internet...
It appears that parallel universes exist...sort of.

Since this is somewhat of a personal journal-thing, I feel I must divulge what I think may be a recently discovered truth about myself. As for the relationship with the title, this self-discovery makes me feel like a reversal role.

I think I'm getting better at words, and stuff.

I know, that sounds rather silly, but as I remember from the past, I sometimes had hard times talking to people. I can remember talking to certain individuals, and getting this knot in my stomach, sweating my ass off, and after pretty long in-depth conversations, I walked away feeling like I had just watched the most mind-numbing movie ever. You know those types of conversations, you go in with every honest intent to dispose a truth, or find out what the other person is thinking, and you come out feeling like your mind is full of static and your stomach gets these pangs of complete failure.
You sit there and contemplate said conversation, and feel completely drained, like you just spent all day building a sand castle, and this big ol' wave from nowhere comes along and eats it.

I feel that in the past couple months, I have been better at getting to the point much faster, more efficient, without being as redundant (cause I am gooooooood at that! HA!) as I used to be. I think with my reborn lacksidaisical attitude toward most things, I no longer confuse myself with making sure I get every little detail that seemed important into the conversation. For the most part, I don't get as knotted-up when I discuss things with people, I don't debate with my beliefs as much, and in some regard, I think I actual break through to people...well, maybe not with as much impact as I'd really like, but I feel they may be picking up more than 10% of what I'm saying...you know what I'm sayin'?

So, in contemplation, I'd like to think that my chakras are little bit more in line (well, except for my solar plexus, but that will come in time). That's my educated guess. It comes and goes, some days I still feel like I'm speaking with a mouth full of cotton, some days I feel like I can't find the right words to make a coherent sentence, and some days I just worry about getting everything I need to say out, and that creates this torrent of non-structured speech that is indecipherable, redundant, and full of moot points.
*Note: 'moot' is a funny word.

I also think it helps that I've been able to keep my core energy from being sucked dry from my audience as I converse. There are people out there who have an uncanny ability to do this (whether intentionally or unintentionally). It lets me keep my energy for the more climactic and relevant points of my dialogue.

So yea, I just felt like being bloggy today. That pretty much concludes my rant. Stay tuned for more ridiculousness.

Back from the semi-dead.

So....uhhh,, hey, all. What's goin' on?

Ummm, well...where do I begin?
I guess I should explain that I have chosen to fall off the face of the Earth...which is kinda cool. Total hermit-tude is nice every now and again.

I just came back from San Francisco...that was effing rad. Seriously. The scenery was spectacular, the vibe was stereotypical laid-back California style, and I almost shed a tear when I looked back at the Gold Coast and it quickly sank behind the horizon. The weather was right up my alley, too. The major sucky thing about it was the price of living, and all of the bums. Like, seriously. Baltimore has its fair share, but in SF, you can't take more than 5 steps without someone asking for money. It's frustrating. I even had a verbal rumble with a drug-head in a Burger King. Apparently, she 'knew me' and we were once best friends until I messed around with her boyfriend at the time. She wouldn't leave me alone. I've never raised my voice to a complete stranger before that day. It was a new experience to say the least.

A while ago, I started weekly ACP treatment (which has evolved into monthly appointments). I'm definitely in a different groove, but I don't know if it's from that, my traveling lifestyle, or just aging. Not that it's a bad thing at all. In fact, I think with more clarity, feel with more rationality, and over-all, I've just sort of...I dunno, leveled out for the most part. The only drawback is that I feel direction-less and unconcerned. Well, looking at the sentence and saying it in my head, it isn't necessarily a draw-back at all.

What else can be mentioned...??
Meh. Nothing really important. I've neglected this thing long enough. I suppose that's how it's going to be from now on. I've been doing guest spots here and there since I left Flesh. It's been pretty cool. It's nice to set my own hours. I miss some of my co-workers, though. Not all of them, but most of them.

Anyways, that's a good hearty, wholesome blog, me thinks. Hopefully I'll have something worthwhile to say next time I post. Until then, Adieu!

Supersonic on the tips of bird wings.

I haven't forgotten about you.
I have forgotten what I wanted to say.

I have been to many places this past year. I have traveled more than I have in any other year. I am scheduled to travel even more.
Even when I am at home, I am always traveling. I catch the updrafts of the ridge, and follow the rain back down to the river.
I wonder, if I could travel back in time, would I want to? Oh, of course a part of me says, "Sure, I could change this or that." Then there is a larger part of me that says to leave well enough alone. Permanence has a more valuable lesson than erasing error.
I am traveling while I am waiting. Five years rings in my mind. Five more years. Five years could mean a great disappointment. Five years could be the ultimate light's soft presence. I doubt I will know when and where until it is time.

A robin has chosen to make her nest on the door, amidst a door wreath made of garden hose. Why she has chosen such an awkward spot, I haven't the foggiest. The poor thing scatters at any sight or sound of movement, but yet she has laid a total of three eggs in three days. I wonder why she stays, and what attracted her to begin with. Birds have a strange way of succeeding when there is nothing to claim of victory. For that, I am humbled.

Smoke and Mirrors

There and gone.