Diary of stable, responsible and wholesome lifestyle choices


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#343

Have you ever been so sleep deprived that you are beyond any tiredness now and actually somewhat hyped?


#344

The cosmos are at war
And they’re in perfect harmony
Maybe you can tell Lao-Tzu
That neutral angels have appeared
I put sugar in the tank
Of the machine that you’ve been feeding
I can hear my sister screaming
I can see my brother bleeding
Mother I am sorry
I can tell you are not pleased
I can see it on your face
And I can hear it in the breeze

Different degrees of empty

The end, I feel, is coming
Like a welcome playful dare
Do I want another ride?
Is it wrong that I’m not scared?
I can crush my fear of pain
And I can crush my fear of caring
It’s consumed me with its eyes
And now I’m stuck here silent, staring
There’s a smile on the horizon
And it’s coming straight for me
And it stretches out its arms
Because it knows that’s all I need

Dormant stage is done
Cocoon is open


#345

Update:
last night I was ready to snooze, all tucked in and stuff, when I felt something in my right hand going on.
It was the same feeling I had when I evoked Bune. A strong build up of energy.
It didn’t stayed in my right hand, tho. My left hand felt the same after a few minutes and soon I had two hands that were ignited like fire, but in a good, non-hurtful way. I was afraid to set fire to the bed by accident and it lasted a very long time before I fell asleep.


#346

:heart:


#347

Sorry for the spam but I am hopelessly in love with this album


#348

If I should ditch magick, I still have the option to influence some folks with a combination of social pedagogy and dog training. That’s nice.


#349

I fell in your war

#350

Dog Training? And why would you ditch magick?


#351

Short version:
There are things that just aren’t meant to be. shrugs


#352

It’s that mood of the day again


#353


If you smell what Oddnan is cooking


#354

Not ditching magick then I guess.


#355

Not until the job is finished :slightly_smiling_face:


#356

Today a coworker told the story about how he met his wife for the first time.
She was pointing a shotgun towards his face, in a forest in the middle of the night.
“And then I thought: that’s her! I want to marry her!”

Romance is not dead, you guys.


#357

Walking in forests in the middle of the night, is just another day…


#358

mood

When all the hollow noise,
the soundless shrieks,
and senseless words are gone.


#359

Why were either of them in a forest in the middle of the night though? I need to interview him.


#360

They both work as rangers in that area :slight_smile: