Paper Cut Scenario ⋅ 41
There is no God, and I am his Prophet.
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something about smells in The eye of every storm
I’ve made a decision today to stop using Social Media. I like how I even capitalize it; its some form of proper noun in this day in age. It’s more than an event, an experience. It’s a religio...
"Mawage" in The eye of every storm
Listen, my horse don’t tread too high off the trail, and though I can’t lead it to water, it seems to find the holler with the shine just fine. That being the case, this here Georgian by way of ...
Until it is the last time. in The eye of every storm
He sees not his shadow, who faces the sun For his eyes burn and melt as wax The price paid for living in light Is that of gold in the crucible Ever melting, straining, striving, to be made pure P...
The Help in The eye of every storm
It’s so nice to be able to pay it back.
Graceland Ninja in The eye of every storm
The month of May was mine to do with as I pleased. I was off of work from the 4th-29th, had to go back to work for two days, and am currently off for another week. It’s amazing that I can have ...
Left turn into the right place in The eye of every storm
“Twin Rocks.” I guess in Oregon they call it like they see it. The following four photographs I want to make into a theme for our next homes’ bathroom. I know. Slow down. I don’t want this p...
Elemental in The eye of every storm
I went for a walk today. I’m in a good place.
TLDR in The eye of every storm
02:53am I’m at work. No surprise there. We’re moving again. That’s always exciting and makes me want to vomit. Just when we found our perfect, cute, adorable little Craftsman home, after one ...
Happy Birthday Dad in The eye of every storm
16 April 1959 I’m not here, but my father cries fervently from a California hospital as his umbilical chord is cut. He’s checked out, wiped off, and cleaned up and passed to my grandmother. My ...
Leave Here A Stranger in The eye of every storm
Today I bought a vacation. I logged in, found something cool, found some cool things to go with it, and hit purchase like I was fucking Donald Trump. I logged in to my bank account, just to mak...
Salvation is a hell of a thing. in The eye of every storm
I trace the map constantly, fingers intuitively following the dashed path through the green, crossing the red contour intervals, oil and skin soaking and discoloring the surface from years of the...
Then there's that moment of helplessness in The eye of every storm
My fiance, the person I love more than life itself, my raison-d’etre has fibromyalgia, part of which is rheumatoid arthritis. This morning, after getting home from work at 6:30am, I found her ly...
Den sorgligaste musiken i världen in The eye of every storm
We haven’t seen the sun in weeks. Freezing rain gave way to blankets of ice that fell victim to the warmth of more rain. It continued until it turned to snow, white covering the ground several ...
What do you do with a drunken sailor in The eye of every storm
We landed in shorts weather, the sun feeling closer to earth, radiating our skin, and immediately hailed a cab to our hotel, New York New York. This whole trip came together last Thursday, when ...
I hear you're doing well these days. in The eye of every storm
Here’s something pretty incredible: I’m typing this entry somewhere over the middle of nowhere Texas, 40,000 feet in the air. I have a window seat, and I’m putting together the puzzle pieces of...
Sleeping through the days in The eye of every storm
Dawns rosy fingers unfurl slowly. The sky turns from black to slate grey, to a deeper, darker blue, slightly before an orange hue invades from the east. A thinly veiled mist tingles the air and...
Every heart shines towards the red sun in The eye of every storm
The great leap forward poured down on us like a mighty storm, suddenly and furiously blinding our senses. We stood transfixed in blank devotion as our leader spoke to us, looking down on our mu...
