Author's Picks, Thoughts

In boiling water.

Carrots. Eggs. Coffee beans.

No, this is not some weird recipe for a caffeinated shake. How disgustingly perky that would be. This is a story I adapted, sugar-coated, peppered, seared and cooked to a bloody medium-rare (No, it’s not really blood folks. Just good ol’ Myoglobin).

At the end, ask yourself, “Which one are you?” Continue reading

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“When you were here before
Couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You’re so very special
But I ‘m a creep
I ‘m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here

I don’t care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I’m not around
You’re so very special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here

She’s running out again
She’s running out
She run, run, run run
Run

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so very special
I wish I was special
But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong here.”

This song has been looping on my playlist for a while now. As soon as I get my guitar re-stringed it’ll be the first song i’ll practice. It’s just…perfect.

Isn’t it something. When a song speaks what your heart is speaking. When you hear the words that your mouth has always wanted to say but never could.

I felt like writing ten pages of deathly pain whilst crying bloody murder…but it then occurred to me that I had an image that perfectly captures what would otherwise end up as  circumlocutory text.

Poor Erik

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Poor Erik

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About Me, Quote / Joke of the Day, Thoughts

“If a friend of mine…gave a feast, and did not invite me to it, I should not mind a bit… But if…. a friend of mine had a sorrow and refused to allow me to share it, I should feel it most bitterly. If he shut the doors of the house of mourning against me, I would move back again and again and beg to be admitted, so that I might share in what I was entitled to share. If he thought me unworthy, unfit to weep with him, I should feel it as the most terrible mode for which disgrace could be afflicted on me…”

 – Oscar Wilde

What is there to add to such a statement…except maybe another quote:

“There is a vast difference between putting your nose in other people’s business and putting your heart in other people’s problems.” – Anonymous

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"Those" moments..., Just sayin...

“When does one become greater than a thousand? When that one… is all that matters.”

A thousand No’s will be insignificant to that one Yes. Unfortunately, a thousand Yes’s will be as a whisper to the wind against the one resounding and crushing No.

All the treasure in the world will be for naught if the one you’re longing for is not among them.

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"Those" moments..., Thoughts

Some things are finite.

I’ve heard once or twice of an artifact in this world that would grow and multiply the more you gave it away. It was suppose to mean something good i’m told, but sometimes it just reads (and feels) like the definition of a virus – a disease, a weakness.

People who believe in the former keep giving, and giving, and giving. Most, however intensely they’d deny it, need and expect something back. It is, to them, an investment of sorts. A bank they’d deposit periodically into, hoping one day for a big return. On the other hand, a noble few would selflessly give without the expectations of a return. They give for the sake of giving. They give for the effect it has on themselves and their fortunate receivers. Deep down they may Continue reading

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