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>>> Spring sunshine
Saturday, Apr. 09, 2011/1:30 am Something simple sweet steals senses surrounding spring sunshine. 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 1:30 am on Saturday, Apr. 09, 2011 >>> Paradise
Saturday, Oct. 02, 2010/12:31 am Fingertip explosion, crystal energy revealed in some sad excuse for a Guru, 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 12:31 am on Saturday, Oct. 02, 2010 >>> Who are you meant to be?
Saturday, Sept. 04, 2010/12:41 pm It's a strange thing, heart strings. For years you get used to waking up beside him. For years you get used to kisses everyday, and then for one reason or an other it's different. Distance and time have made it so that you no longer share that same space. That you are on an alternate plane, maybe existing the same only separate. The part of yourself that you honestly thought was your truest self is really them, and with their absence you can't recognize yourself anymore. You begin to think primal, instinctual sensation and morality. Without your truest self what is it that you know? When I wake every morning I expect to see your face. I expect to smell your skin. I expect to hear your soft moans as I nuzzle up next to you, waking you up with kisses. Only I lie alone and through the thin walls I can hear the sweet murmurings of my neighbors, cuddled in their warm beds and it makes me wonder what I am doing all this for? 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 12:41 pm on Saturday, Sept. 04, 2010 >>> Mountain Truth
Monday, Aug. 30, 2010/5:24 pm Encasing my fears into earth statues, magma - 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 5:24 pm on Monday, Aug. 30, 2010 >>> Omega Holistic Institute.
Wednesday, Jul. 14, 2010/10:23 am Back in March after my many complaints about not liking my job, being unhappy with the time I took off from school, and of being absolutely miserable in Georgia, a very dear friend of mine suggested that I apply for a summer work stay at the Omega Holistic Institute. I went online, and couldn't find much available information about their work program and was skeptical. She and I talked again a few weeks later and she told me I had to do it. I'd love it. I'd be perfect for me. So I went online, found the application, filled out as many areas as I could with anything and every little bit of information of skill, or desire, submitted it, and I got a call the very next day from a lady with an interestingly lovely voice and name, Amina Eagle. We talked over the next three days deciding which department I was to be in, when I would arrive, where I would live, how long I would stay. I signed up for a seven week work period, starting on June 28th and ending on August 23. I live in a tent. There are 30 other people around me living in tents. I hear every cough, every fart, every love sound. I've gotten to know the quietness of certain neighbors and the loudness of others and can identify them by such. I have only been here two weeks. In this two weeks I've gotten poison ivy, bug bites galore, a twisted ankle and some bruises. But in exchange I've gotten to know myself a little better and I feel more and more accepting of myself as a human being everyday. We are all just living, we are working, eating, sleeping, sexing and pooping. Just like all humans do and there is no reason for me, or for anyone to be ashamed of the natural things our bodies do and need and will continue to do and need for the rest of our lives. 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 10:23 am on Wednesday, Jul. 14, 2010 >>> The south
Wednesday, May. 26, 2010/10:19 pm I am in love with the disparity of the south. The stretches of nothingness and poverty. 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 10:19 pm on Wednesday, May. 26, 2010 >>> Purge.
Tuesday, Mar. 30, 2010/2:27 am My toes are cold, they feel like they might fall off. Every day I feel like I reach a level of more heightened clarity. Yet, I am a time waster. I lack the capacity and skills to process rational thoughts. Therefor I saturate my inevitable mental conversation with trivia and such concomitant material. It's tiresome to say the least. Each day I am forced to face my charlatan fears, excuses I've made up in order to feel justified with my means of function. It's all rather useless, meaningless and consists of no actual substance to which a person can cling to or at least find meaning and understanding in. It's burdening, yet despite it's weightiness I find my public life is very satisfying, productive, constructive and conscious. I feel that I have a real connection to the human psyche and can understand above basic human interaction, can relate undeniably well to the human condition and able to feel compassion, empathy and god forbid sentiment. It's all nonsense. The words of an ever brooding, ever breaking lunatic and it's no help that every person I meet seems to have absolutely no concept or understanding of their conscious thought and the plight of man nor in any case do they care to take interest in their brain what so ever. I believe in everything, and I am not talking about spirituality or religion that is where this is important. I am talking about you, your sole self taking responsibility for yourself and living your life to the fullest. Decisions must be held accountable for right now, you can not relieve yourself of responsibility to your own actions, your own words, your own movements. It is you. That is what defines you. And I am not talking about in the eyes of others, that may be important to some, but one's own morality should be main concern. I have the capacity to claim this and therefor I do. I refuse to lie to myself, I refuse to deny my birthright and my existence. I am absolutely tired of drones. And I have exhausted myself purging such bullshit like it even matters. goodnight. 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 2:27 am on Tuesday, Mar. 30, 2010 >>> he's asleep
Thursday, Jan. 21, 2010/3:05 am Im too gone to type right now, 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 3:05 am on Thursday, Jan. 21, 2010 >>> the place where our hearts touch.
Sunday, Oct. 18, 2009/6:11 pm Our hearts felt disconnected as I drove us down the road. The emptiness was overwhelming. 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 6:11 pm on Sunday, Oct. 18, 2009 >>> I will smoke nd sleep now.
Wednesday, Sept. 23, 2009/1:39 am I'm not here, not really anyways. I said I'd never come back and my mind if far off on another plane. I haven't even noticed the sunshine. Only the rain. I miss Canada and I suppose this proves that I miss my familiars. My homesickness is really just a sign on weakness, that I can't see to root anywhere and I always want to be somewhere I am not. I am at home in Georgia. I will be here for a year. Maybe one of these days I'll have the guts to tell you why, but right now I am too prideful to let you in on my secret. I am a bad girl and my parents would disown me. For now James and I are living in his parents old house again, this time with Brittany, Amy, Michael Potter and no David form work. I like living in this house, it's frustrating but it gives me something to do. I decorate and scheme up renovation plans and just havea good ole time. I am saving my money. James and I work at a quaint little cafe in Carrollton called the Sunny Side Cafe. It's still in trial phase, new business world and we are all trying to work out the kinks. It hasa very dedicated staff and is owned and run by a family on Dukes plus us measly old peasants who do the dirty work doing tricks to entertain customers and earn a buck. I am quite pleased with work. I am actually really good at being a server. it is a position that takes advantage of my extroverted qualities under a neutral environment were the are no stressors or expectations...besdies, "Will I get their food out to them on time?" and that is to be expected so's I can handle it. My life is pretty stress free, my mother's recent surgery aside. They had to throw out her whole uterus, it wasn't doin' the job like it used to. She's in a lot of pain. Last week I stayed with her at the hospital, this week I have been staying at my parents house. I've missed them a lot. I will smoke and sleep now. 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 1:39 am on Wednesday, Sept. 23, 2009 >>> Strawberry Jam
Monday, Jul. 06, 2009/1:19 am I visited my grandfather's grave the other day. Dusty pewter and the familiar smell of nutmeg, Plaster, like strawberry jam When I open my eyes all I see is darkness, 2001-2011 �hillery posted by hillery @ 1:19 am on Monday, Jul. 06, 2009 |
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The Story of My Demise and Rebirth Part 1 - Friday, Dec. 16, 2011
A garden to grow. - Monday, Jun. 20, 2011 Spring sunshine - Saturday, Apr. 09, 2011 Paradise - Saturday, Oct. 02, 2010 Who are you meant to be? - Saturday, Sept. 04, 2010 navigate <<<
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