Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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Easy
The crumbs are hardening on the plate. I’m actually watching the moist smears harden.
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One Sunday Afternoon
What silliness. Are you ill? Perhaps you’ve caught a cold, or one of those roving illnesses that sweep through the city from time to time. Look at you. You worry me.
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Results of OpenID Commenting Test: Fail
A few of you brave souls were able to leave a comment after logging in with OpenID. The bulk of you curious folk, however, were not. Thank you very much for emailing me, and FB messaging me about the failure.
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Need Help: Testing OpenID Commenting
Some of y’all are trying to leave a comment using the OpenID system, and are not able to do so. I tweaked some things, but need third party (YOU) help to confirm if I done broke it good or fixed it good.
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Tomorrow
“When will it open?”, asked the son. “Tomorrow.”, replied the mother. “But I want it to open today!”, demanded the son. “Not the right time.”, replied the mother. And the son was sent out to play.
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Moving On
Set off to pitch a fire, instead found a new home. The svartalf helped me find this place, but only after days of purgings and purifications at his insistence, and by his hand. The cave didn’t look like a natural formation to me, there were too many inconsistencies given the dark granite that formed it.
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Lose Some, Gain Some
His hand was open the entire time. Twas my fear that kept me bound. I lose a name, and gain myself. It wasn’t that long ago, I openly came out and publicly admitted I am a Lokean. Twas a label I had been actively avoiding since Loki grabbed me and caught me in his snare.
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Washing The Fear Away
I laid down to dream with a firm goal. There was a place I wanted to see, a dream denizen I wanted to talk to. The migraine had lifted, and the summer cold it was segueing into was more an annoyance than a hindrance. I set my mental rudder, closed my eyes, and set forth.
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muse
write and do not stop until after the world has ended and has been reborn anew
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Then It Hit Me
“So you feel disconnected from everything? Like you have no place where you belong? Start with your back yard! Connect with the land. It will teach you what to do.” A frequent response to my lament of losing old support structures and being unsure of new ones. My formal rejection of Christianity made me vulnerable.
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