27.11.05

True or false.

Stubbed toes and cold nose aside, I have returned triumphant and unharmed, gentle reader.
Tired but happy. Dirty but clean. (interpret at will) Strong and vulnerable.

But really, I'm wiped and furthermore, will be attending a 3-4 day Camp this morning. There really is no rest for the...righteous.

so. here we go again.

24.11.05

Gone for the weekend..

..give me something good to come home to.

23.11.05

the Indians and Pilgrims had the right idea. where did we forget?


I'm thankful for these guys. For being able to look around me and everywhere I see is miles of smiles. That's hard to come by, I'm told.

I'm thankful that I can be thankful. And I'm happy that no matter what life can kick at me, I'm just a little better jumper - that's all.

I am sickened on stuffing, by the way. And because of the sugar I'm gonna be looking like this all week.
Sweetness.

20.11.05

Hello, perfect stranger.




And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me....
Most of the time


And so it is
The shorter story
no love
no glory
no hero in her skies

I can't take my eyes off you

I can't take my mind off of you.

19.11.05

Statistic

"On this the 19th day of the 11th month, 1983 -- Liz de Gaalon was birthed in Wakayama, Japan."

Congratulate me for keeping up with myself this long..no small feat, I assure you. And so much love to those who've put up with me this long.

so so much love.

13.11.05

Mister President


Saw AirForce One flying overhead downtown the other day. I thought it was some kind of airshow with four planes flying in tow but some perceptive soul snapped me out of my expectations of seeing them do flips and dives.

For the rest of the day we switched off high fiving (for no apparent reason) and singing Mr. President.

It's popular nowadays to bash Bush, and for the reason that I think he's a puppet, I won't. But dang it, this post is a good opportunity to declare my undying revulsion for everything mainstream.

Mr. President please can I ask you just once
Why do you kill them for fun?
You grin at me and pull the trigger in my direction
While I plead, please give us our sons

Thou shalt not kill but I can still hear the sounds
Of Jezebel laughing in the background
You lived by the sword, now you’ll die by the sword
When God says make love not war
You spilled blood on the floor

-- Fool Moon

5.11.05

When I was a kid, I used to hang out in the bathroom for many many minutes longer than was neccesary in order to escape dishes, people, or just plain ordinary. I'd sit there, doing nothing in particular, staring at the tile in front of me abso-positively CONVINCED that if I Stared At The Wall for long enough I would discover the hidden "catch" - the Doorway to Worlds Unknown (it was usually a combination of top-secret maneuvers and mind powers, none of which I'll reveal at this time).

Today my efforts payed off.

View this wall, if you please.
Looks ordinary, no? Yes, I thought so myself every time I passed by it (which was often). THIS morning, however, something caught my eye:
Ever a sucker for a exploration, I pry further and discover a hidden passageway (how exciting, I think I may have wet myself)...

I clamber up and then, on hands and knees sneak my way through, around and over. What will I find? Harpies and succubi, beholders and nymphs, sirens or King Kong?
I am merely the messenger but I was not disappointed.
Heck no!

I wriggled, pryed, grasped and squeezed but at last I came to the pulsating heart. It was revealed to me in all it's splendor. And I don't mind saying, it made me catch my breath...just a tad, mind you. I don't want to seem green.

You wanna know what Jonah felt? I give you The Inside of the Whale:

Amongst the beams and organs I stumbled upon creatures the likes of which I've never before...behelden?
Take this character for example,

I don't know what it was, but I sure didn't want to cross it.
I had to swear an oath, a blood oath that I wouldn't reveal the deeper secets, nor the Meaning of Existence that I disovered in that place of wonder. I'd LIKE to, but....you understand.

I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.
--Albert Einstein

3.11.05

God forbid.


Mediocrity is far more damaging to the eyes..

2.11.05

confessional

I am a selfish person. and afraid of the dark. and the future.

This will change.

My Roommate

New development.

She's about 5'8, brunette, hazel eyes enjoys long walks on the beach and stints in the closet. So far she's been enjoyable but I'll let you know how things progress. I'm sure she's got some stinky habits, and I'll be sure to sneakily let you in on them. Heehee, we're SUCH rascals, me and you!

Oh yes, and my little corner of the world is rockin'.

1.11.05

all. saints.

Halloween and we wanted to rock.

I was feeling glum. A mood swing bopped me on the head and left me high and dry, stranded in a pool of dispirit. Maybe I was being attacked by a hinderer.

At around midnight, I start walking in the general direction of my bed having decided to give up the ghost, so to speak. When I see Tarug and The Magic Painter flying past in all their full glory. Fully..undressed. Tarug snug in a leopard flap and The Magic Painter resplendent in his red beret and colorful cape. I chuckled in spite of myself and sauntered outside after them, more of out of morbid curiousity.

It was there, gentle reader, that I met God.

Maybe not so much God as the Holy Trinity. I was tempted to fall to my face, kissing the hem of their garments and giving due homage.
That is until Jesus, sporting the Largest Afro I've ever seen, utters: "Dang! Where's my beard got to?"

Being so near to the Divinities naturally perked up my spirits and the evening went from bad to better. We partied so hard, Jesus lost his Afro, God broke out His inner rock star, the Holy Spirit declared that she was in fact a he and the Magic Painter and Tarug skipped up and down singing bawdy tunes.

The following day, I was promptly burnt at the stake for heresy. Now I am a spirit helper in my own right. Who knows, with my new Connections, I may even be promoted to mini-god? Yes?

Ya'll were da bomb.