About the title...

Not only is it the metonymic adage coined by English author Edward Bulwer-Lytton in 1839 for his play Richelieu, it's the throw-back to the Jeopardy mock from the geniuses at SNL: http://www.funnyjunk.com/movies/8806/
The best part of words, they can be weapons. They can cut deep. They can also heal, transform and comfort. The might in the written word is often overlooked by those with limited vernacular--though I occasionally speak the every man's poetry of curses so I can't judge.
This blog in a sense is a way for me to exercise my favorite passion--writing. There will be personal accounts, prose, fiction and non, and anything else I feel like writing. Writing for the sake of keeping this seemingly lost art in the days of text-speak and the degeneration of our youth's ability for proper spelling and grammar.
I hope there to be humor and seriousness alike. I can't hold myself to too much promise on the outcome; simply see where it evolves!

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

wtf dream continues....

so again, for your consideration.. this will lay the ground work of my dream



so after watching this.. picture instead of the balls of electricity coming down from the skies, they are ghost-like arkangels who are quickly flying toward earth and hit the ground with a ferocious pounding sound. They then glide calmly among the panicked mob of people running from them... ever so gently and lightly brushing certain people's shoulders with their long skinny fingers and those people burn up and evaporate into dust.
They were being damned to hell. I was spared and was the only one not running around screaming/being zapped.

Nightmares 2 - Peaceful night sleep nil.

On a lighter side:
There's freedom in letting go. Freedom in accepting what is truly in your heart, not what it wants--what it needs. A sense of calm/sadness/misery/contentment all in one. A time when all you can do is close your eyes, let the breeze run over your face and through your hair, and just be.

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