Rill
Rill
A peaceful little forest stream. The day's offering.
Fensterplatz
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Usually I don't expect much out of Workplace Safety Day other than some pamphlets and a single toothbrush, but I was sincerely surprised today.
Not pictured: an actually good muscle roller, a full dental kit with mirror, floss, and metal tongue scraper, wax food wrap sheets, and native seed balls. Rimby is very pleased by all the new bags.
Diary
Lost On The Way Home
I've gone a bit astray of late. I was headed home, but now I'm not sure. The day's offering, a subdued one.
Have you ever read someone else's diary With or without their permission
I've been mulling over doing a single panel diary comic snapshot for a little bit , so here's a gloomy first entry. Who knows how long I'll keep this up (for all I know it's just today lol).
I am debating on starting a ...lol. All my friends love living vicariously through my dating stories lol
The crescent moon from a drive home one night last week. Autumn equinox in the rear-view mirror now, time for a change. Scrabbling about with fragments, trying to make them fit into shapes I can't see...but, I can't stop now. Storms forecast.
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Three years of writing a daily diary today. I think the person most surprised that I've kept it up is me!
9/24/1999, Friday: Prediction: by 2020, the pop music world will experience a Singularity. If one uses the rule that cultural revolutions occur every 20 years, in 2020 will be using all recycled music. There will be no innovation, just digital remnants. Very few people will want to play an instrument.
I just use it as a :crazylaugh:
Before The Storm
The piano called me this afternoon. Pressed record, no idea what I would play, and there was this. An offering for my neglected . Hope you like it.
my little love
Ying Yang
Oben Unten
Harmonisch Chaotisch
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9/21/2009: Old Cal's at Van Buren at Wells in Chicago. In one of the windows they made this strange "shrine" with a broken guitar and a Sinatra record.
WTF.
9/20/2008: What humans don't do well is separate perception from reality. What we do well is come up with plans for new paradigms. What we don't do well is have the foresight to see how paradigms ultimately need replacement.
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- planted one artichoke seed in the deep blue pot that has already successfully hosted artichokes from seed in past
- planted 7 bok choy seeds in a roomy bucket/pot
- planted random celery seeds (my God have you ever handled celery seeds they make carrot look like medicine balls) in a smaller bucket/pot & labeled it a "Hail Mary"
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Maybe i lack in my lyfe
Seeing as how ppl on bash e.o.'s heads in with " this , that bla"
It's boring to me.
I just mute if ppl are 2much.
And I view as some kinda ig.
Ohwell
Eerste deel van de dagboeken van Cees Nooteboom is verschenen. Erg benieuwd, zeker na deze recensie:
Kuolailin aamulla muistilehtiiden suojia. Niss on kyll jotain sellaista joka puhuttelee minua. Eivt ehk sovellu omaan kyttn, mutta pidn noiden tyylist ja taktiilista tuntemuksesta.
Tulee heti sellainen olo, ett kirjoittamani oksennus on paljon merkityksellisemp kuin mit se oikeasti on
Kirjoittelin pivkirjaan ja huomasin, ett pivkirjassani on en 17 tyhj sivua jljell. Minun olisi siis ostettava uusi pivkirja viel tmn kuun puolella.
Olen ollut tosi tyytyvinen nykyiseen, mutta olisi kiva lyt sellainen pivkirja, jossa kynt saisi jotenkin ktevsti pivkirjan sisn. Nyt ne ovat kyntaskussa pivkirjan kannen pll. Pydll kirjoittaminen on tyls, koska tasku nostaa pivkirjan toista puolta ylspin. Se mys tarttuu repussa asioihin.
Parina edellisen pivn onkin saanut purkaa fiiliksini kirjaan tavallista enemmn. Melusaasteen laukaisema episodi alkoi syd sislt pin oikein kunnolla. Stressi sek ahdistus muuttui lopulta kokonaisvaltaiseksi mielen synkeydeksi.
Tuleva muutto pelottaa. Mieless pyrii toistuvasti ajatus siit, ett ent jos en lydkn riittvn hiljaista paikkaa. Tai lydn paikan, joka paljastuu myhemmin ihan hirveksi ja tm sama piina jatkuu. Tiedn, ett pystyn vaikuttamaan asiaan, mutta tss hetkess se tieto ei juurikaan helpota.
Kyll tm taas tst. Piv kerrallaan. Harmittaa, ettei melusaasteeseen suhtauduta nykyist vakavammin.
A word after a word after a word is power. When I write, magic pours out of my fingers.
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Warten auf Abkhlung durch Blitz und Donner: wann die Gewitter wohl aufziehen
Wife, children, best friend all gone: Diaries reveal Steinbecks darkest year
this unpublished journal and others he wrote along with unpublished essays and an abandoned novella, first editions of his work, handwritten manuscripts and a sword he gave to his sister are expected to fetch up to $1m when they are sold at for the first time by his descendants.
Waffenstillstand
Einmal ist Schluss und sowas wie Frieden kehrt ein Der Beginn einer wunderbaren Freundschaft
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I suddenly remembered one of the best Star Wars-comics from my youth, Jon Adams' short story "Lunch Break", from the otherwise (suprisingly) mediocre Star Wars Tales.
After short googling I found the comic to be on Adams' webpage. If you have few minutes and haven't read this before, I heartily recommend it, even if you aren't a big SW-fan.
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As I found this nice little place today, I wonder if I will write tonight. Or if my soul still has to process all the impressions of the past few weeks.
Good morning from Budapest!
Also, I'll be at a literary museum dedicated to Sandor Petfi today and get to know their educational work. Hopefully, that will make me write!
from this weeks game it's story time from the of my Valenia
we have entered the mountains in search of the trolls, the sudden snow storms are becoming more frequent and it's getting harder to navigate, the storms should have passed by now right
as we headed up the hills we began to lose our way a bit so Caeluma headed above the tree line to get a sense of where we were, sadly they attracted the attention of some flying beasts, as the sound of leathery wings came close i thought a dragon had come to feast then i seen the tails, huge stingers upon long slender tails, wyverns.
A mother and 2 broodlings by the look of them, the screech as they descended as was deafening,
before we knew what was happening Caeluma was falling towards the ground, unconscious, i see their descent slow as kerne cast a spell of featherfall, i turn to see one of the youths upon me, quicker than i knew what to do, it's bite through my armour and into my flesh, and then the sting of a venom trying to enter my blood stream from it's stinger in my leg, i pull away before the venom takes hold and land two heavy arrow blows into it's exposed torso,
i can hear Thorin burst his calm demeanour as his rage takes hold the sound of his axe slicing through the air, wielding and cleaving like Grommash himself, the flash of spells and magic so familiar but so distant flash as i start to feel a new sensation creeping in a gentle voice of the forest, like a mothers love, warm and welcoming and yet full of vengeance, i try to push it down but all i can think is Caeluma is dead and the voice plays on that, my anger swelling from something primal,
i fight it, "not now, not here"
i see a glimpse of thorin tearing the sky asunder with his axe,
again i feel a stinger hit me, a primal growl exits my lips as i grit my teeth as the poison attempts to take hold again.
i can hear it calling me, willing me to let go and protect the wilds, something wants me to be it's protector these lands, no this world, nature wants me to be a guardian,
then as i struggle against myself the wyverns are all dead, the fog is clearing, "what was that, why did i feel free, i need to sleep, i need food,
oh god Caeluma!" i rush over my tears rushing down my face, anger pushing my heartbeat faster, they're alive, "thank Grommash"
we found a small abandoned hut with a cellar, this will do for the night, a small fire keeps us warm, Arwen looks exhausted, his healing is a gift from the gods and without him, well lets not think about that, a quick nap before my watch, yes sounds good.
9/7 Today was the worst day. I wanna die. I can't express myself. For ever. Probably.
Why am I still alive What's the meaning of my life! I'm not exist. Nowhere to be found. I must kill myself. I don't want to live this place anymore. No one can help me. I've always understood.
New to allowing men to hair worship me. ()
Impression in Budapest today.
9/6 I'm gonna throw up now I'm gonna throw up now I'm gonna throw up now I'm gonna throw up now I'm gonna throw up now I'm gonna throw up now I'm gonna throw up now!!!!!!!!!
bleeeeeeeeeeeegggghhhhh