I ran in the predawn dark
I sang, obnoxiously in the car
Then I drove down the dead end
At the lake mouth
And watched the sun rise
Were the sugar glider lies
I can feel the drive
With the top down weather
At the edge of things
But its not quite here
But that’s alright, ‘cause I cheat
I put down all the windows
And turn on the heat

I had planned, last night, to make my angsty V-Day post…I really did (I had material). But I woke after a very torpid, very restful sleep and found myself not in the mood – remembering wicked grins are superior to furrowed frowns and that kind of stylin’ angst is a little too overindulgent for the fasting season, a whole box of over rich chocolates that taste vaguely of adolescence. Angry love-day monologues just seemed redundant. ‘Sides…I made sure I have Mondays off this semester, if for no other reason than to be the only person who doesn’t mind Mondays.

And, at the end of the day, I have a lovely V-Day card from Torrie’s lovely mother.

Now I’m off. I must get Lenore (my serpentine valentine) her dinner by black-light, mouse-tar-tar. Then, I will make sweet, sweet love to a voodoo priestess – if by sweet love, one means form her character, polish it and explore every contour and nuance of her metaphor with deft and delicate fingers.

Many ancient references to angels (like Mesopotamian ones) describe angels with more than one set of wings. I’ve read a few descriptions with fantastic numbers (like 40 sets of wings). I thought about it and I cannot come up with many contemporary images (movies, paintings, whatever) that really take advantage of this strange sight. I’m toying with the idea of incorporating it into Syth’s image (the sad, angsty, angelic protagonist of my book). I think I will, if for no other reason than it sets him apart from other works. And that is the lesson of the day WRITERS: go far enough back and you get ideas that are “new.” Back to the workshop to tinker with my toys…

Who is really your friend? by TorrieTJ
Username
Your birthday
Is truly loyal	posie_dreamer
Secretly hates you and plots your demise	aviumnemus
Can’t be trusted	bassman_spiff
Would make out with your brother (or sister)	gambit82
Might want to marry you someday	j_rock76
Checks out your butt when you’re not looking	jess_261
Knows you better than you think	veritae
Is using you	sunshinedaya
Will be your friend forever	rich101682
Is your favorite	dlehr17
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So on Ash Wednesday I went to church. Got ashed on the forehead. I hadn’t been to church for quite some time. Call it lingering faith…or call it research for a chapter of my book, but it was exactly a month, to the day, of the deadline for the rough draft of my story about the ash angel. Seamed like the thing to do.

I’ve gone from excitement over the project, to sluggish apathy, to terror of the thing. Now, after doing some late night work on it…I’m in one of those ego growing moods where you feel like you can do it, or anything, do it better than anyone else. But that’s probably ok, I think I need to have a big ego to get this monster done.

There are two ways to not appear egotistical. One is to shrink it down, make it manageable and small. The other way is to grow it so huge, so gargantuan, that it becomes imperceptible.

I figure I can always shrink it back down with some self depreciating humor.

you’re a gaurdian angel. you fight and protect the
people you love and vaule.

what kind of angel are you?
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Televangelists: n. The Pro Wrestlers of religion.

Fundamentalism  n.  The deep and horrible fear that somewhere, someone is having fun.

I was informed, today, that I have a very cute nose.

Esteemed ladies and gentlemen of the scientific community – tonight it is my pleasure to present to you the findings in an experiment of hidden magnitude. Since mankind crawled from the primordial ooze and looked up defiantly at the tyrannous stars above, the abyss of sky has only offered us questions. But our work answers those questions-as numerous-as-stars. Maybe they will never all be answered, but we can only continue on the journey of discovery, hope that each experiment, each finding, each truth, throws a tiny match, a Promethean flame into the dark chasm of ignorance.

Tonight I present just one more truth.

Women in fedoras are HOT.

This appears to be, not a random trend, but rule, dictated by physics as steadily and unwavering as gravity itself. The proof is there. Observe my field recordings (chart A, B, and C). Feast your input hungry eyes on these tables of empirical data:

CHART A

CHART B

CHART C

I think you will agree that the proof is most complete. However, this is still a theory and not a law of science. Every study has its limitations, this one included, and should someone further this study with their own experiment, they would do well to add variable subjects in the form of women who are not hot to begin with, and thus add the fedora and see the effects (I unfortunately had no such subjects available to me on the night in the field.).

Thank you and goodnight!

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