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October 31st 2006 22:56
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The Voices in my Head - by The Voices in my Head
"Yet I find, yet I find repeating in my head...if I can't be my own...I'd feel better dead."
Nutshell, Alice in Chains
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Already? It's Only Been Three Years...PART TWO
October 29th 2006 17:04
(The following is the result of an overactive imagination of a rabid Alice in Chains fan. While much of this is based on interviews and an actual performance of AIC, on MTv Unplugged in 1996, it is written as a fictional account of that event.)
Jerry helped Layne get into the beat up car he drove. Layne teased him mercilessly about it.
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The Butterfly: The Beauty of a Woman
October 29th 2006 02:27
The Butterfly: The Beauty of a Woman
Women are beautiful, sensual creatures. We deserve to expect respect. Not from men. Never from men...men are like children. They will do as we tell them to do. They are lovers of butterflies and we own the butterfly, don't we? No, I am not talking about forcing men to respect us.
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Already? It's Only Been Three Years...PART ONE
October 28th 2006 19:52
The following is the result of an overactive imagination of a rabid Alice in Chains fan. While much of this is based on interviews and an actual performance of AIC, on MTv Unplugged in 1996, it is written as a fictional account of that event.
The pounding on the front door woke him up out of his drug-induced haze. Layne couldn't open his eyes for fear that the sunlight streaming through the window would blind him. His arm hurt like hell...he couldn't remember why but it hurt to even move it.
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What Right Have I?
October 28th 2006 00:35
She leaned against the doorframe, looking out into the yard. Her faded cotton gown, the blue one that was practically threadbare in places was clinging to her petite body. The sunlight played against the shadows of her body as she absentmindedly rubbed her left leg against her right shin. Her fingers were intertwined in the waterfall of blonde hair. She wound a strand of hair around her fingers as though she were twirling a baton. Her face made the perfect playground for newborn rays of light from the early morning sun. To those who did not know her well, she looked happy.
The truth was that she was miserable. All she knew, in fact, was that there was a vacancy, a cold uninhabited place of her being that grew larger everyday...as though it grew powerful from acknowledgment and evicted happiness elsewhere in her mind. Tears slipped out from under her lashes. She knew that if she could change things, if she could go back and undo and reconstruct the past, she would.
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The truth was that she was miserable. All she knew, in fact, was that there was a vacancy, a cold uninhabited place of her being that grew larger everyday...as though it grew powerful from acknowledgment and evicted happiness elsewhere in her mind. Tears slipped out from under her lashes. She knew that if she could change things, if she could go back and undo and reconstruct the past, she would.
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The Hourglass
October 24th 2006 23:43
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October 21st 2006 19:49
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Neverending Journey: A Day in the Life of my Blog
October 21st 2006 14:49
I never know what I will want to write about on this blog. It isn't necessarily important to me that the posts are on the popular list...well, yes, it does matter, but its OK if they aren't. That's what I meant to say, actually.
I do hate those sort of thought of the day blogs so I will not be doing any more of that. It's too manic for my own good. Instead, I am going to now use this blog to write. Everyday, or as damn close to it that I can manage, I will write something. Mainly, so that I can re-read it later and say that its just shit and be tempted to delete it. But also, because I want to grow as a writer. I want to challenge myself and try to improve. I want to find the true voice of my writing here.
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I do hate those sort of thought of the day blogs so I will not be doing any more of that. It's too manic for my own good. Instead, I am going to now use this blog to write. Everyday, or as damn close to it that I can manage, I will write something. Mainly, so that I can re-read it later and say that its just shit and be tempted to delete it. But also, because I want to grow as a writer. I want to challenge myself and try to improve. I want to find the true voice of my writing here.
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Niche.. What Niche?
October 15th 2006 05:22
I think the most frustrating part of being a writer is finding your voice. To know what it is that you write or convey, as an artist, that forces people to respond to you. What you think is the most brilliant thing you have ever written, is often ignored by readers.
Personally speaking, I want to be a dark, Gothic writer full of pain and misery. I can write that way, I can also write with a lyrical quality to my 'voice' that is poetic and romantic. But more times than not, my writing is the physical comedy equivalent of shoving a pie in one's face. For example, TomC posted a question on AussieCityLife.com asking: "What would you legally change your name to?" My response is as follows:
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Personally speaking, I want to be a dark, Gothic writer full of pain and misery. I can write that way, I can also write with a lyrical quality to my 'voice' that is poetic and romantic. But more times than not, my writing is the physical comedy equivalent of shoving a pie in one's face. For example, TomC posted a question on AussieCityLife.com asking: "What would you legally change your name to?" My response is as follows:
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What is the most erotic text you have ever read?
October 14th 2006 23:18
From your perspective as a writer, or just as a man or woman, (I think that covers everyone who may happen upon this post, don't you?)-what is the single most erotic thing you have ever read? Everything counts...please include as much of the text as you can or paraphrase, I don't care. I am curious...
Does the lyrical quality of a particular author's written 'voice' excite you? Does it make you feel the passionate heat of a lover's body? Does it make you recall that first kiss? The first glimpse of their skin? The first touch of their tongue?
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Does the lyrical quality of a particular author's written 'voice' excite you? Does it make you feel the passionate heat of a lover's body? Does it make you recall that first kiss? The first glimpse of their skin? The first touch of their tongue?
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The Inevitable Place I Come to as a Writer.
October 13th 2006 23:34
So desperate to grab onto something to be good at, I latched onto writing at an early age. I would much rather write to someone than to have a conversation with them. My mind doesn't make the connection between what I am thinking and what ends up spewing out of my mouth like verbal vomit. Writing is a release of everything negative and positive in my life. I have been told often that I am a good writer...they lie.
I am 34 years old. I am running out of time to decide what I want to be when I grow up...for christ sake, I am almost there...
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I am 34 years old. I am running out of time to decide what I want to be when I grow up...for christ sake, I am almost there...
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Political Correctness: A Contagious Disease of Weakness
October 12th 2006 08:55
Government interference into our right to free speech has always been met with a fight. For some reason, somehow, we have allowed them to walk right up and slap duct tape across our mouths without so much as an argument...although we couldn't really, what with the duct tape across our mouths.
Current Political Correctness [PC] Rule Regarding WOMEN:
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Current Political Correctness [PC] Rule Regarding WOMEN:
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What Flavor are YOU?
October 10th 2006 07:36
I am French Vanilla Cappucino with Cinnamon Dust... Grande'. :>\
and you???
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and you???
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Dream Analysis Required: Tell Me What This Means...
October 9th 2006 02:14
I had this dream years ago and it plaques me to this day. I was on a little tour of nondescript wherethehellever. In fact, I was in a little group of people who were touring together. We were visiting the home of Ernest Hemingway. Of course, there were all of these ropes restricting certain areas. However, I was leaning up against this wall and my hand went through the wall to reveal this secret passageway. When I slipped my hand inside, there was this beautiful wrought iron gate with a large padlock on it. I slipped away from the group and came back to the passageway. The next thing I knew, I had slipped into the passageway and found myself in front of another wrought iron gate, this time unlocked. It opened up to Hemingway's old loft...his WRITING loft. (I love that part of the dream, that moment of realization.) I sat down in his chair and began to write. That is where the dream ends.
Here is some information you may or may not need to analyze the dream.
Here is some information you may or may not need to analyze the dream.
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What Grosses You Out?
October 8th 2006 05:42
What is the one thing that drives you up a wall and grosses you out? No holds barred. I'm curious...
Ok...my biggest dilemma is to pick just one...so I am going to list them all for you...if I can.
Ok...my biggest dilemma is to pick just one...so I am going to list them all for you...if I can.
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Artistic Integrity or Lack of Discipline...Same Thing
October 6th 2006 16:27
Just so you know... I cannot restrict myself to a description of what I am to write about. It just comes as it comes and I do not restrain or restrict it. It just happens. That's my style, my brand and my artistic ADHD, if you will. Take it or leave it.
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Pedophiles
October 5th 2006 01:47
Pedophiles
ok lets get one thing straight right now. Pedophiles are not sick. They do not need help. They need to be DEAD. EVERY ONE OF THEM. I don't give a flying fuck if YOU are a pedophile reading this. I don't care if they were molested, I don't care if they were tortured and I REALLY don't care if they have a mental disorder that causes it and I don't even care if they had a tumor in their brain pressing on some weird shit in there to make them temporary pedophiles-(seen that on an episode of Law and Order: SVU.) Now I want to be completely clear.
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ok lets get one thing straight right now. Pedophiles are not sick. They do not need help. They need to be DEAD. EVERY ONE OF THEM. I don't give a flying fuck if YOU are a pedophile reading this. I don't care if they were molested, I don't care if they were tortured and I REALLY don't care if they have a mental disorder that causes it and I don't even care if they had a tumor in their brain pressing on some weird shit in there to make them temporary pedophiles-(seen that on an episode of Law and Order: SVU.) Now I want to be completely clear.
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