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Originally posted on Sarenth Odinsson's Blog:
Allmother, Holy Frigga, You hear the cries of a million million children The vile threads that weave The million million choices that could have undone the tragic tapestry May the new threads woven…
Signal boosting, fly my pretties, fly! Buy his awesome jewelry creations, crystals, etc. Everything is gorgeous.
Yea, I can’t say I forgot that I had this blog, considering how much of my time it has consumed in the past. However, I just couldn’t bring myself to want to write here. My internal anxieties aside, I felt as though … Continue reading
This… All of this. Ending one’s life is never the answer. Pass on this flame of hope to all, may the world blaze with the hope that death is not the answer.
Being able to write again has proved to be a challenge, not only to find the time or physical stamina, but also to find the words. A week ago I ended up in the ER with severe belly pain and … Continue reading
So… Well… Umm, huh… I seem to have misplaced my month of July, has anyone got a spare? No, alright then… This month seems to have been munched quite thoroughly by my back injury, the recovery time, starting PT (which … Continue reading
Originally posted on Mystical Bewilderment:
Yeah, this is about right. I often wonder if the gods find it amusing to watch their devotees going through the act of, what I deem officially from here unto forever, “Kermit Arm Flail Mode.”…
Apparently parts of the blog-o-sphere are all atwitter with this Full Moon being especially significant, and rushing about planning all sorts of elaborate rituals to honor, tap into, and feed from the energy being generated by the moon’s climax. And … Continue reading
I feel as though I don’t have anything to offer today, this injury is sapping my reserves, and leaving me wishing for the oblivion of sleep. Traversing the stairs for bathroom trips has left me shaking, fighting sobs, and begging … Continue reading