Windy

So windy that the icicles are slanted!
You know its been windy out when you see something like this:

Dream Report

Sometimes I have weird dreams. And sometimes, I have *really* weird dreams.
Sometimes I have weird dreams. And sometimes, I have really wierd dreams. Last night was one of the latter.

If you’re not aware of the show “Teen Titans” on Cartoon Network then you probably won’t understand this, but that was in my dream last night – which is funny because I’ve only ever seen it once. I was in it (of course) along with all the other characters, except that the character “Starfire” was glowing white instead of green, and was turning against her allies. There was also more to this dream, but as it’s now noon, and I wake up at 4:45am, most of the details have been lost. *sigh* It sucks not having enough time to type things in the morning – I’ve got just enough time to (as we used to say in college) “shit, shower, & shave.” Except that I don’t do the first thing, and after shaving I eat breakfast. Hmmm… well, whatever.

-Keithius

X Marks The Spot

Lots of X’s in SUV names these days, it seems.
Suzuki XL-7

Nissan Xterra

Cadillac SRX

Infinity FX35, QX4

Acura MDX

GMC Envoy XUV

Volvo XC90

BMW X5

Lexus RX330, LX470

Can you find the common theme in these SUV names?

-Keithius

I miss her most on days like this

I miss her most on days like this: A Poem by Keith M. Survell
I miss her most on days like this
When the cold wind comes whipping off the mountain,
Burning my ears and face.

I miss her most when the morning stillness covers me
And still-frightening dreams echo in my ears
But in those dreams I have her, hold her.
Why should I wake, only not to have her?
I must fight to wake from these tortured dreams.

I miss her most when there are many people
Or no people around me.
I long to be alone but not lonely.

I hear much from these people. They tell me many things.
I hear of their loves, and how they make it or do not make it,
And I long to tell them of the love I have, the great love,
But they would not understand.
“She’s not here now, is she?” they would say.
Then they would ask,
“Did you get it? Did you do it?”

And I must say no, for these things are not important to us.
A true love is more than these things, these physical desires.
Though we had the desire, stronger than most could imagine.
We longed to fulfill our desires every waking moment,
Yet I see now it was our souls we truly longed to touch.

Sometimes I think it would be best
If I were to go to some high place and let myself fall
Be free for those moments
Or breathe the water
In which I bathe.
The dreamy sleep of the seas.

Some days my body breaks, my mind breaks,
But there is one piece that stays sane
It builds back my mind
It builds back my body
And I go on again, with the memory of her.

I miss her most at times like this, when the darkness fills the room.
False dreams call to me like a lovers song
Beckoning me to that beautiful world of tortured dreams.
It is at times like these that I think of her most strongly…

And I wonder what I will do,
Now that she is dead.

OMFG

I’ve been afraid before that America is rapidly decaying… but it seems as though it’s happening faster than I thought. Honestly, I’m not sure if I want to live here anymore. And that’s saying something.
Current mood: Horrified

Currently listening to: The humidifier

Please, please, PLEASE… read this.

I’ve been afraid before that America is rapidly decaying… but it seems as though it’s happening faster than I thought. Honestly, I’m not sure if I want to live here anymore. And that’s saying something.

-Keithius