tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65183211083515765052011-11-27T18:37:13.669-05:00surfxracerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12265440767815829115noreply@blogger.comBlogger2491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518321108351576505.post-20370820476467617532010-04-25T21:18:00.005-04:002010-04-26T21:06:08.795-04:00

Edwin McCain. Solitude.We have a small town just west of here that we go to from time to time. Its a long stretch of road that sometimes gives you the sense of being lonely. There a re a few houses here and there but they all seem so lifeless. Especially in the winter time.Along this road, there is this chimney. Yes, just a chimney. It stands proud in the middle of nothing but weeds and

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I need some new reading material. As far as I know, JD Glass, Kim Baldwin and Xenia Alexiou, and Radclyffe haven't put out anything new and they are my faves. I did hear that Joan Jett has a book out and Cherie Curry revamped Neon Angels. I have the original Neon Angels somewhere. Has anyone read the new version?Updates on my brother are minimal. You would think that these highly paid, well

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Well, I'm back from my trip to grandma's house. It was great. I helped them plant everything from roses to bell peppers and installed some fans and light fixtures. We went fishing and caught some trout and I treated them out for dinner on my step-grandfathers birthday. I really enjoyed my time there.I didn't get to see Uncle Jim and Aunt Pam but I did get to see and go fishing with my Aunt

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Slowly...I'm getting ready for my trip. Sadly...I won't be able to bring my iMac.But that's okay. I will be spending most of my time fishing anyway. Grandma loves to fish. I figure that by the time I get back, I won't want to see another fish for at least a year or two. And the plan is...Grandma is getting up there in age. I know of a million things that she loves to do but doesn't get to

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I've been commissioned to do a four generation portrait. Cool, huh. As I mentioned before, I'll be heading to Tennessee this week. I'm looking forward to getting in some good family time. Yeah, I've missed my grandma. So...I was cleaning out my backpack so I can take my art supplies with me and I stumbled across an old journal that I hadn't written in since 2003.If I remember correctly, its

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I love you...words that you cannot take back.But what happens when the words no longer portray what you feel? Is it still love? That kind of love?Wasted.......

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I hope...HOPE...this heat is here to stay for a while. I sat in the sun for a few hours today to try and thaw my bones. I'm close to being unfrozen. Close.I'm planning a trip. I'm going to be heading to Tennessee for a few weeks. I figure that its about time I go spend some time with my grandmother. She only lives three hours away and I have only been up there to visit twice. I know, I'm

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What have I done? I've lost myself...Was I really meant for so much more?

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What have I done?The worst sound in the world is the sound of someone you love crying. Crying over something you said or did. It slices my soul.Is there a difference between love and in love?Is it too late? I loved deeply, wholly, for all these years and now...now you want to love me like that?Tempted to say fuck it and walk away from it all. But that is me...avoiding the conflict. Here and

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Warm weather! Finally. Now I just hope it sticks around.

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I swear I'm not insane...maybe a little psychotic though.

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Just when I was sure things couldn't get any crazier, someone goes and throws in a monkey. Hmph...Writing has again taken the backseat as music and art battle it out for my attention. Damn monkeys. Oh! Oh, oh! Anyone out there that reads this and has celiac disease like me: Stay away from LifeWater. Bad, bad, bad for your already tortured stomach. Actually, I'm not sure if its the celiac

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Decisions.I know what I want. I know what I need.I know what I have to do.And I know its going to hurt like hell either way I choose.Whispers.When its much too late.When the words have lost their feel.When they mean nothing.Nothing at all to these numb, deaf ears.Both is not an option. They want it all to themselves. Decisions...its gonna hurt you.

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So cabin fever is killing me but it has also been productive. I'm learning my new iMac and loving it. Garage Band rocks. And iMovie...nice. And in learning to use the two...I came up with this video. Yes, that is me on vocals and guitar. Now remember, I said I was learning. Next time, voice goes on separate track. Anyway...me singing The Runaways - Wait For Me.

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She says her love is overwhelming.She says it will scare me.She says so much.I am overwhelmed.And scared.But I feel so much.Between us, the space has grown cold.A mutual existence has taken over what once was.I don't want to lose, but I want to grow.The question of both hasn't escaped me.Wrong or right, I have to know.Good or bad, I have to learn.Either way, I think I'm broken.But I hear new life

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Walking from shadow to shadow.Trying to hide from the wind.It could be change but it might hurt.Never been one to follow.But feel the need to be guided.Somewhere, anywhere but wrong.Walking from shadow to shadow.Peace in the dark.

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Winter is dreadful. I promise I will never claim winter as being my favorite season for as long as I live. With that said, yes...it is another gloomy day in Northeast Georgia. I really, really need to escape. Really. It would be so nice to smell the ocean. To hear the waves crashing. To feel the spray against my face. I would love to be able to see the sun for more than an hour and

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Truth is...I have no idea what I'm doing. I feel like I'm walking the line of completely losing control. What do I do now? What have I done? Right...wrong? Nothing makes sense and I'm a little bit afraid. Should I be?I've written about jumping out the window and testing my wings but I have so much to lose and, quite possibly, so much to gain. And as I walk that line, confusion is pulling

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It's her words.They melt me.Like a candle that is nothing but a reflective liquid below a dancing flame.Those words.The simple sounds.Like a melody only I can hear through all of the noise that surrounds us.Sweet words.What they mean.A deep meaning that stirs so much more than the letters that possess them.Sweet, simple words that melt me.

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Hmm...what to type about? Winter is deadly boring around here. Really, cabin fever does exist. We had a bit of snow this past week and had two fun days of playing in it but now its just back to freezing cold. Hmph.I think the winter time makes me miss home so much more than any other season. South Florida is lucky to get maybe five days of really cold weather but the rest of the year, you

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I swear to you...Its like walking into the outer edge of the eye of a hurricane out there. Vertical flurries and wind that feels as if its slicing you in to small slivers.The leaves chased my dog up, yes up, the driveway. The fear in her eyes would have explained it all.My friend was telling me last night about the things we take for granted. Today, I agree. I took for granted all those

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I think I found something I dislike more than summer weather in South Florida...yep, winter weather in Northeast Georgia sucks.I've really been missing home lately. And its really not the weather I miss. I think its more like the familiarity of home. I know J wants to live up here because this really is her home, but sometimes I doubt I can do it. Mountains are beautiful and I love the creeks

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Playlist update...I was told this song was how someone felt about me. As scary as that feels to type and as bad as it sounds...I assure you that we are just friends.I like the song and here are the lyrics...Carolina Liar "Show Me What I'm Looking For"Wait, I'm wrongShould've done better than thisPlease, I'll be strongI'm finding it hard to resistSo show me what I'm looking forSave me, I'm lostOh

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Wow...what a negative mood I have been in for the past few days. Sadly, I didn't realize it until I read what I wrote here and a few other places. Its just real hard to stay positive in this house. Screw that...no excuses.I decided to get out of the house yesterday. I needed a different environment. The weather cooperated (finally) and I took a walk. I didn't really get far...the end of the

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Seven to ten days to find out what is wrong with my sister. I am so fucking impatient. Thanks for the prayers. J is driving me nuts. Yes...I'm actually going to type about her. Sometimes, she gets these things in her head and can't let them go. She got real bad over Christmas and I had to cut my family trip short so I could come home and help her with it all. I wish I could explain more,

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I tell you, if it wasn't for Facebook, I wouldn't know shit about what is going on with my dad's family. Yeah, I know....aren't I his family too? I guess the fuck not. But it just goes to show how he likes to forget about his older kids.I just found out - thanks to Facebook and my step mother posting - that my baby sister is sick and is going into the hospital tomorrow for tests. You would

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The world outside my window is insane. Somehow, it matches the chaos that's in my head.So much for that.Other news...my sister wants to be a guest blogger here. I'm all for it. So when she decides she wants to write, be warned. You will laugh and you will step back and say whoa. What can I say, she is my sister.In the meantime, here is my world...on the outside...

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It has been sixteen years to the day, hour, minute, since I got the phone call that changed my life, my belief, my world forever. Sixteen years since they told me you were gone.I miss you.I had a few rough years. Losing you shattered my belief in God. It shattered everything I thought life was supposed to be. Sometimes I still struggle to understand why God took you from us...from me. Maybe

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Its true. I never lack for compliments. But sometimes, those compliments, they fuck with my confidence.Am I really as beautiful as J says I am? Am I really the angel my mom thinks I am? Am I really the Starr my grandmother tells me I am? Do I really have all this talent? Because they say it, do I have to believe?I don't strive for anything anymore. Sadly, I've never strived to be beautiful

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Brody pulled through just fine. She made me feel so awful this morning on the ride to the vet. She was shaking so bad that I swore I heard her bones chattering. And then, when they separated us in the office, she stared at me with her eyes as big as golf balls and her tail between her legs. I felt like I was the worst person in the world.We got her home around 5:30. I didn't know whether I

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Today, we took Aspen to get spayed.Bright and early, we drove her to the vet. She loves to ride in the truck but it seemed she was a little nervous this morning. I guess she was feeling us already worrying. See, she has a heart murmur and, although the doc said she would be fine, J and I were still basket cases.Yeah, we were a mess.J went back to sleep when we got home, but I was too nervous

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A little background about J. She is a basketball player. She played from the time she could walk until she graduated high school. An injured knee her senior year stopped her from pursuing the game into college.From what I understand, she was pretty damn good. Both of her parents have told me stories of her game playing days. I have only seen her play one-on-one games against some of our

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I can't believe we missed this. What were we thinking, Starr?Sick!

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Rainy days.Dim light through the window from the cloud covered sun.So quiet.Book firm in my hands as I can't wait for the line I read next.Aspen (big dog) is curled up beside me.Her warmth is comforting in storms electrified field.A small bird. Effortless glide.It lands in the bush just outside the glass.Its song faint but I hear it just fine.I tilt my head because I know this tune.I hum along

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Driving one of my roomies to his GED class in an old S-10, my brain was infiltrated by old TV show theme songs.Me: (Humming then abruptly stopping when I realize what I'm humming.) Oh my God! I'm humming the "Mr. Ed" theme.RS: (Laughing) hmmm...Me: I have no idea why this shit pops in my head.RS: (He makes some kind of grunting noise that makes me want to hurl.) hmmm...Me: Maybe its a

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I have one of those crippling migraines today. The kind where little movements, sudden light changes, and whispering noises are excruciating. Yeah, one of those. I hate them because it makes me feel like my brain is mush. It makes me feel like my head is caving. Arrgh. In the news...I just found out that my ex sister-in-law has moved into my neighborhood. Actually, she is just a few streets

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I started really editing today. Its one of the first books I wrote a few years ago. I figured that I would start with my oldest stories and work my way forward. It turns out that it is a great idea because the story isn't so fresh in my head and its like I'm reading for the first time. Kind of. I suck at explaining things sometimes.I remember the characters and I know what happens but

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We have these friends. Straight friends. They are pretty fun to hang out with most of the time. Well, all of the time as long as they are not fighting. They are both short little shits...he maybe hits 5'3" and she is about 5'1". They make a really cute couple.She is funny. Its hard to catch her without a huge smile on her face. And she is sweet, in an innocent kind of way. But from

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I did it! I convinced J to take me to the Apple store and I'm now the proud owner of an iMac.And so far so good. I am making the transition pretty smoothly. Although, it did take me about thirty minutes to figure out how to eject a damn CD. Not funny.Some of the really cool features: Garage Band. I haven't used it yet but from what I understand, J and I will be able to hook up our

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Another day down, another day without my comp. Hmph. J...hint, hint.Good news is...its warming up a little. Key words: a little. It won't last long though. It has been too cold to stay outside for too long but it did snow a little. And, well, I can't resist the snow. A few years ago, my grandmother gave me this disk thing called a torpedo. She had bought it for us adrenaline junkies (me and my

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My time on the computer has been limited. Thanks to my wonderful, loving girlfriend. Yes...I blame her for my lack of posts.See, I have been wanting to upgrade my computer. Honestly, I'm tired of Microsoft and Windows and all that. I have decided to switch to Mac. J and I talked it over and agreed it was the right thing to do for what I had in mind for it. I know that sounds cryptic but its

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The world around me slowly turned to white. She loves the snow as much as I do. And her eyes...the brightest blue...when she smiles took my breath away. Again.I have to apologize. I hardly ever get angry. Maybe that is a mistake on my part. But today, all the pent up anger I have toward them simmered dangerously in my eyes, in my movements, and just on the tip of my tongue. She knew. She

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I don't remember when the movie came out but I do remember watching the first time cuddled up with J on the couch. The movie is "P.S. I Love You."As sad as the movie is, it is still a great love story.This morning, J and I watched it again. This time we weren't cuddled up but we were at least in the same room.So it gave me an idea. I don't have to be dying to be that romantic. And why wait

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Looking back at 2009 for the last time...what I learned and what I realized:No matter how hard you try to hide, the people that love you most will always find you.And those people are the only ones that matter.The quiet life living in the country isn't as bad as I once thought. It took me all year to realize this.My year of NO work proved to be rather productive...creatively. I've renewed my

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*Bang, bang, bang*Is this thing on?Oh!Hey, remember me? I hope so.Its a new year and a new chapter in the adventure some call life. I'm back in town and back on the air and will be back to posting on a regular basis as soon as I can get my lazy ass in gear.In fun news...I had my first white Christmas. And what better way to experience it than with family (although my Mom almost drove me nuts.

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This face lift project for this blog isn't as simple as I thought it would be. It has been an endless search of something that I feel suits me. And right now...I do not have the time.Tonight I pack to leave for Tennessee again. I am clueless as to how long I will be gone and thankfully I am at a point in my life where I don't have a job that I would have to rush back for. BUT...I do have J

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I'm thinking about given this blogger a face lift. Honestly, this brown thing doesn't seem like me at all. And the ones they give you to choose from...suck. So I am on a mission. New layout or bust.In other news...I am about to head out of town again. Tennessee bound. Yeah, I know I was just there. But this time, my mom will be there. I haven't seen her since my surgery back in July/

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It is no secret that I am a huge Joan Jett fan. And I'm sure anyone that is a Joan Jett fan knows that a movie is being made about The Runaways. I personally cannot wait to see this movie.Movie Trailers - Movies BlogRead the story here.And if you are a fan of The Runaways, check out Cherie Curries book Neon Angels.

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Yep...welcome to the 200th installment of Life Of Times/On The Surface.I have been racking my brain since my last entry on what I should write about. I totally missed the 100th entry. The 150th entry escaped me too. But I was paying attention and didn't want to miss this one.I thought that maybe I should do a "Back Then" entry but decided against it. Not much of the past matters to me anymore. (

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In the silence, its cold.Welcomed weight of the blanket and a warm bed.Not quite the warmth I need.Then she touched me.Hands of ice quickly thawed.From within her, somehow she ignites the heat of the sun.Simple whispers. A simple touch.Closer to me, my heart, my soul."I don't want you to leave," tickles my ear.Its not what I want either but I tell her, "Tonight, I'm here. With you."I surrender.

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I'm not a huge fan of Christmas. Now wait...before you rip my head off and roll it down the lane into ten elf pins...let me explain.Its not that I don't enjoy giving people gifts and watching their surprise as they open them. Its not that I don't enjoy decking the house out with a zillion lights and causing blackouts across our little town. Its not that I don't love being with family and

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Saturday, it was supposed to snow in my neighborhood. Every weather man I watched said it was at least an 80 percent chance.They all lied.So J and I got up early. It was a quest...to find the snow. We stopped in Helen and watched the parade - freezing to death I should add. I took a ton of pictures and we caught handfuls of candy that were being thrown out of the moving vehicles. (Yes, all of

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So...DTB has passed an award my way. Honest scrap. Thank you...I think its easy to be honest when this blog is really anonymous. Except for my friends at the CLC (which I've asked them to stop reading), Jenophobic, and my younger sister, no one that I've physically met reads this. J knows about it but the chances of her actually reading it...slim. And that's what keeps this blog honest.In

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Uh...short on time as usual, but I got an award! Thank you DTB.I promise I will post it as soon as I get back from the parade.

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I've been quite busy these past two weeks. My lack of posts is evident. And, sorry, but this isn't going to be a post either. BUT....I am going to share more art.This is Vanessa. I've drawn her before. This one was done in .555 drawing pencil. I promise I will get back to posting the other stuff soon.

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Thanksgiving with my family was great. We all drove over to Gatlinburg and did the whole tourist thing. We ate at the Hardrock and then took a cable car thing up the mountain and a few of us took a lunge ride (on which Uncle T wrecked). We sampled fudge and bought T-shirts. It was a lot of fun.We headed back to grandma's to help with all the holiday cooking. Let me write a little about

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There is just something about taking a solo road trip. Its something that I can't name...you just feel.Granted, my road trip was only three hours long but I did drive through three states. I left Monday evening armed with my gun, GPS, guitar, and a CD case full of Joan Jett (really). There was a nervous goodbye as I settled in the car. J didn't want me to go but she understood why I felt I

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I got this in an email. As soon as I saw it, I knew I had to draw it. I was tempted to make the eyes blue but changed my mind at the last second.Shhh...Drawn with .555 drawing pencil.Seems my art muse is dancing a jig. This is only one of five pictures I've drawn in the past two days. Go figure...

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I don't write much about my relationship with J in here. She wouldn't like it. And out of my respect and love for her, I cannot write about us. "Our relationship is ours," she says. "I don't want the world to read about it and twist it around to fit in their heads."I can understand that and I respect that. But sometimes, I just want to tell the world what its like to be loved by her. So, in

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Today feels like a blur. I'm sick but not too bad sick. But overall, it is slowing me down. As if living in the sticks wasn't slow enough...The rain makes it worse. Winters in these mountains are dreary. Makes me wonder what the suicide rate is around here.A phone call yesterday from my sister informed me that our uncle (an adopted uncle -not blood related) has passed away. I wasn't close

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Better...lol.That sunset gave way to a star filled sky. We relaxed on the steps, catching glimpses of shooting stars and making wishes to the heavens. Her breath was warm against my ear."You're cold," she whispered."Not really," I replied.How could I be, with her arms around me tight and our heated love between us? But she wasn't convinced and she took my hand and led me to the fire pit. Moments

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The air was wet but it was warm. A walk back from the creek led to a discovery of the world that was above me. Georgia mountain sunsets are mind altering and breath taking at times. This day was one of those days.The trickle of the creek was in my ears, making it sound as if the sun dropping below the horizon was sizzling in some distant ocean. For a moment, with my eyes closed, I thought I could

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My guitars have been collecting dust. I know...its a sin, right. But that cut on my finger has kept me from playing. I think I'm starting to have withdrawals. I've been jittery and can't sit still. I really need my music fix.The weekend looks to be a warm one. I'm actually wearing shorts and a t-shirt today. Its not the Hawaii sun I've been day dreaming about but it will work. Now if I

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The ground is drenched from two days of rain. I slid through the damp dead leaves just to try and brighten up the place. There is gloom in the gray that surrounds me but I refuse to succumb.And in my sliding, I found the perfect color. The color of fire, the sun, maybe even a tropical paradise that is warm and fluid with fun. It caught my eyes and brought me down to its level. The slightest

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This isn't new but its not that old. In a conversation with my mother some months back, she had asked me to draw Jesus and young Bob Seger. I did both. So here is Bob. Done in charcoal.

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It wasn't so much sensual as it was seductive. That slow dance that pulls you in. It can drown you in the colors, the brightness, the heat, and as if it knows, it enthralls you. My eyes are warm and my skin stills feels the heat. But the mighty chill in the air broke the trance.I couldn't deny it, I wanted to touch it so bad. Like cotton candy, I imagine its sweet scent is how it feels. But the

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Maybe it was the giddy feeling caused by the twilight that chased us down the street. Or maybe it was the fact that the tension that surrounded us had caused us to be at each others throats. Maybe it was the colors that escaped the shadows and illuminated that dark place in us both. But the way she sounded so disappointed in her own statement made me laugh.There was more behind her voice when

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I lit a smoke and stepped out to the porch. It wasn't too cold for a change but I knew that that would be a different story later. There was a light breeze from the west and in my head, I was humming that new tune I wrote that hasn't yet escaped my mind.More squirrels crossed the driveway, playing a game of tag it seemed as they jumped over and onto each other only to get up and do it again.

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J and I have some of the most interesting stoner conversations at night before we go to sleep. Neither of us are stoners, but I was at one time and I can tell you that J would have been a really cool stoner.Last nights conversation had us on a trip through space and time with photons and atoms and molecules, dissolving and reforming in a place of our choice. I had to laugh when she said that

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The tension around here is thick. I enjoyed a smoke after dinner on the front porch while there was a heated discussion that bordered on anger and confusions divide.Conflict pains me. It always has. Its a deep pain that can be traced all the way back to when I was a small child. My parents fights, my dad's violence that I remember so clear as if it were yesterday always seem to surface as soon as

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The weather outside is nice. I actually have been wearing shorts for the past three days. (Only because I'm tired of wearing jeans.) Its still cold and I won't lie, I'm wearing long sleeves and my famous hoodie and I only stay outside long enough to walk the dogs or to smoke a cig on the front porch.The leaves are pretty much gone around here. They really didn't change colors this year,

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I think I've finally gotten rid of my hangover. Finally. Now I remember why I hate drinking.My friends over at the CLC have been doing their best to make me feel God-awful guilty about leaving them. There is more than a few reasons I left Florida and they know this but I guess an explanation is in order so anyone else can understand.It is true...stress can kill. And my philosophy is when

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Halloween was a blast. We had good times with some fun people. The night started with J and I heading over to her grandmother's house. We scared and scarred the little trick or treaters and I'm pretty sure we were the stars in their nightmares last night. It was all in fun and by the time we left, the kids were smiling again. (I'm the skelton and J is the bloody one.)We headed out to the HH Pub (

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Happy Samhain everyone. Happy Halloween for the rest of ya.I hope you all have a festive, wonderful, scary, and safe night.***CLC note***All of you better stay at Starr's tonight. No drinking and driving. And thank you for all of your anniversary wishes. We both LYMY guys too.Blessed be all you restless souls. Pictures will follow.

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I took her to a hockey game where we found 80 dollars and then out to show her Fort Lauderdale, Speed style. We talked by the ocean and walked the pier. We witnessed a stingray doing a ballet below us. But still, that night, we just talked until the sun came up.Our time was short, or so we thought. I took her to dinner where we tossed peanut shells at each other and almost got kicked out. She met

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We met in a chat room. We were both looking for musicians for projects we were working on. We clicked and decided that we needed to jam.I was very unhappily married at the time. We were separated but still living in the same house. It was a big house. He had his half and I had mine. We still worked together since the business was OUR business and we were both damn good at it. But things

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We cruised down the twisting road to the picture show. Where the Wild Things Are swam through our eyes to the part of the brain that says, "Hmmm." Her hand warmed my leg while my imagination took us on a ride. And the sounds she made when she tried to keep quiet...Back down the twisting road, we stopped for an icy treat. Rainbow sprinkles and chocolate covered strawberries and a brain freeze

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Is it possible for your brain to melt? Wait! I really don't want to know that answer.

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I think I finally found something that I hate. I HATE being sick! I have been in and out of consciousness for the past three days (I think) and I'm finding it hard to believe its Monday. WTF?We were supposed to be going to a hayride and corn maze this weekend but I think I slept through it. I have no idea what I have been writing in here or anywhere else for that matter. J should know better

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Since I haven't been drawing anything lately, I figured I could post some of my older stuff. This is the actress from the movie High Tension. I have no idea what her name is and I'm too lazy to look it up. I did this in charcoal for a friend (PJ) a few years back. It has been in her possession ever since.

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I think I need to stay away from a keyboard when I'm drowning in NyQuil. I see I posted something yesterday and I can't even remember what. And now I have a NyQuil hangover. Hmph.I guess this is proof that thoughts are things. The early morning we took J's Grandma to the hospital, she had said that she was afraid for me to go because she didn't want me to get sick. So yeah, its all her

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As promised....Back Then (its a lil late...)As a young person, I made some pretty stupid things. But I really think we all did.I was a little over a month into my tenth grade year. School was kind of getting to me. I was thinking that it was just a big waste of time. But I loved my art class and my drama/stagecraft class, too. Somehow, I convinced myself that those two classes were worth

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The last twenty-four hours have been...cold, crazy busy, and a little on the "I don't wanna get sick" side.We got a phone call -yesterday, I think. It was after we went to sleep Tuesday - from one of J's aunts at a little after 3am asking us if we could help take Granny to the hospital (she asked J but I couldn't let her go alone). Of course we both jumped up and rummaged for clothes, a little

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Last night, J and I worked on two new songs. Very sweet! We also worked on two others that are pretty much done. J added a very cool lead to one of our older songs (a song I just learned to play last night...I'm the singer dammit!) and we practiced some of the songs we hadn't played in a while. My fingertips are numb as I type but my fingers feel loose (which is good). I'm not so good at writing

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I'm not sure what I should think of myself....A few hours ago, my friend posted that she lost her uncle to an illness today.A few minutes ago, I read this post about a stranger losing her dog - she looks a bit like my dog.I'm more upset over the loss of the dog.

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"They want me to be a breeder. Not a thinker. Not a leader." Otep Shamaya ~ Def Poetry Jam ~ From "Dedicated To My Enemy" (Video at the bottom)I was tagged in one of those "All about me" questionnaires on Facebook. And that line above was part of one of my answers.Well, that brought on all kinds of thoughts about my parents and the way I was raised.They didn't raise me to be a breeder. They

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A quick message for my sister...the only family member I trust to read this. (Please pause the player and listen. Thanks.)Because the words just aren't enough:I love you...please go to the doctor...two months is too long.

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I can't decide if I'm cold or hot today. Maybe a little of both. And tomorrow the high will be 48. I am so not ready for winter.The good side of this...I got my jeans down from the closet that barely fit me last winter. I slid them on with ease today and grinned because they are actually a little big. Fucking sweet. All this damn exercise is paying off big time.Last night was stressful and then

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Time for a real post. Kind of. Maybe not...hmph.If I could keep from having such freaky dreams -I'm talkin' Joan Jett, my artwork, and babies...in that order- maybe I could get some good sleep. And then maybe I wouldn't forget how fucking cold the wood floors are in the morning. Shocking myself into being wide awake isn't fun.J and I were up until 6 this morning putting the finishing touches

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I just finished the book I was writing. It is such a great story and I really didn't want it to end but that is the beauty of being the author...I can make it live on for as long as I like, as long as I want. I think this one has a lot more to share. These characters just aren't finished yet.Band talks have led to the conclusion that the search for a bassist isn't as important as the search

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I guess I do always sing. Hey, it keeps me sane. And FYI...me and J put some finishing touches on one of our new songs last night.**APB**Please be on the lookout for a female drummer and a female bassist that are somewhere close to Northeast Georgia. Tennessee, South Carolina, and North Carolina are all pretty close. We play rock, punk, metal type stuff with a little bit of folk thrown in to

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Fun times last night hanging out with Rob and Shannon. It usually is a good time with those two as long as Rob can keep his mouth shut long enough for any of the rest of us to get a word in. Nah, Rob is cool...kind of.I earned a new nickname last night. They call me...ready? You sure? *drum roll*JUKEBOXNow if I can only convince everyone that my pockets only except twenties...

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Since I set the playlist on random, I figured I better go ahead and explain the songs. One at a time.One night in October, about five years ago, J, cousin Jane, and I were roaming through Walmart. We were just stirring up trouble (playing football in the isles and hide and seek - I'm a kid at heart) and Jane runs into this girl. Leave it to Jane to find the only other lesbian in the entire

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Starr left me this morning, heading back to sunny south Florida. I miss her already.Starr, she's kind of like me, a positive thinker and can always find the good in every thing and every body. Even she struggled with what I'm dealing with right now. But, as always, she tried to help me turn it all around in my head to make it a little easier to deal with."You gotta stay positive," she told me.

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She is twisting my arm (Starr) and I keep telling her that I will get Bruiser to come to my rescue but she isn't listening.  This is what she says I HAVE to post.  Arrggg...only because I love her. if I were a month, I would be: December if I were a day of the week, I would be: Wednesday if I were a time of day, I would be: 10:30 if I were a planet, I would be: Pluto (it was a planet

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Here we go.  Since Starr is bugging me about it and I can deny her nothing...Back Then... School started and I started off tenth grade with a boyfriend.  A boyfriend I didn't really lke.  He did surprise me that night at the party.  He acted kind of normal.  He didn't ask me to meet Fred or really show off in front of his friends.  He just acted like a guy that was genuinely interested in me and

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My horoscope for the week:Sagittarius, you're usually the most optimistic person on the block, but when the Moon in your sector of daily activities squares your ruler, Jupiter, on Tuesday, you'll be uncharacteristically downbeat and cynical. You'll begin to look at life with a jaundiced eye as you realize that serious issues are part and parcel of your daily journey. On Friday wise Mercury enters

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I just don't like you. It is that fucking simple. And I don't think you are funny and your voice is annoying. And I know you just keep talking so you can hear yourself.And you, you are a thief and a liar. Stop trying to be my buddy because I will just keep walking away. You stole from me more than once and you lied even more times. So fuck you and just stay the fuck away.

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Starr's phone doesn't get signal up here and I cannot find mine so...CLC...Starr is here and safe and updates will be coming soon...Until then...

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