How Mel Gibson Shaped My Philosophy

Here’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot, lately. For the last year, at least, I’ve been trying to focus in on a particular idea; one that has been a driving force in my life for a very long time. A philosophy, if you will. And while I always had a sense of where it came from, it didn’t fully come into focus until fairly recently. It came from a goddamned Mel Gibson movie

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Worthless Space

I think I realized this blog was really only existing for one person. I have no interest in sharing such intimate details with anyone else. I didn’t/don’t care that anyone else reads. So now, since I’ve shut her out of my view and assume the opposite has occurred, too, I have little use for this space. Besides, only one person even bothered to ask for part 2 of my surgery blog. Just goes to show how many are truly interested. I’m not hurt by that, because it’s not surprising. I will probably end up changing this layout… maybe to something more appropriate to my online life. Less focus on this rotting corpse of a blog and more on Twitter and/or

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Crazy What You Could’ve Had

I’m done. I’m done. I’m going to try to be done. But I need to be done. …..I don’t want to be done…. But I’m done. I think I’m done. I don’t know how I’m going to do this, but I’m going to try. Almost five and a half years of being a rock. Steady and patient. Devoted and keen. Empowered, enlightened, and grateful; I cannot be a rock any longer. My heart has atrophied. So much has changed! With her, I mean. But I have all these words saved with me that I can read over and over again, to remind me of what once was the ultimate kind of love and connection. Then I wonder, what is love

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My New Favorite Story

The Missing Piece Meets The Big O by Shel Silverstein. I don’t know how this evaded me during my childhood, but I don’t recall ever reading it. Regardless, it’s a story that all too many of us can learn from at any age. Yeah. This is so me.

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Old Words, Part 1

Going through some hidden archives of my writing. Came across a few things that, I have to admit, I’m quite impressed by. Most of it I don’t even remember writing. I’m glad I did, though. Perhaps I’ll share more publicly here as time goes on. I wrote a number of pieces through the telling of a fictional story, or a fictional story based on real-life events; a mixing of reality, metaphor, and fantasy. This is one of them. 12/22/05 “I wasn’t really in that bad of a mood,” I recalled to myself later in the evening. I remember walking into the hall of tears and cheers and looking at all the paintings on the wall. They were animated, but lifeless

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Explanation to Candy

H ere’s the deal, dear devil of deception:I’ve had this way of life I adopted when I was fairly young. It’s basically the same as the old “Eye For An Eye” motto. With all due respect to Ghandi, there are times when justice must be served. There are some things that simply warrant reaction, especially when it affects many people. There was a bad connection when you tried asking me “why” the other day. The call seemed to drop after you played dumb with me, thinking I’m holding some sort of grudge for reasons that don’t mean anything. So because I want to make it clear to you, I will graciously detail it out here for you to see. 1)

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