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Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Is Quixoticism a word?





Do you fight to remain sane? Or do you fight to retain creativity? Where is the line that allows one to survive the mundane while continuing to embrace the quixotic?
Is there a Viagra for creativity that doesn't kill the brain cells or leave you unable to carry out the required mundane the following morning?

On that note, researchers have finally figured out what us crazies with crayons always knew...

“For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination, lack of creativity.” - Jean Debuffet
"I wouldn't recommend sex, drugs or insanity for everyone, but they've always worked for me."
- Hunter S. Thompson

Saturday, May 2, 2009

I stood in this unsheltered place...

I've lived every moment with her in that unsheltered place....

She is mine, and I am her's. A part of me that doesnt come from me...

Herself, yet mine... me, yet not mine.

What was it were thinking of?

"With no guilt, no shame, no sorrow, no pain, whatever it is we are all the same...

Shaking it up, breaking it up, making it up... in our secret world..."

No flags of truce no cries of pity...

I realized this morning...

That this was truly my song to my wife...

I was smart enough to lock her in the bathroom...

And make her listen...

The battlements are on fire, yet my spies run across the border to an other's land retrieving land mines hoping no bricks have been laid...

Strangely, prophetically I wanted to sing this for her first...

Friday, May 1, 2009

A stolen post...

I posted this once before with the intention of begging her to return unto me...

I'm a coward. She knows this. I removed the posting before I thought she had seen it...

Knowing now she had an RSS feed, well, Am I a fool for believeing or just a believing fool?

Regardless... it is hers...

It's a cold and its a broken Hallelujah...

Thanks Jeff.

A certain solace...

God only made things... he made man, beast, tree etc...

Man made love. Without man God would not know love...

God would only know...

Things...

I like very much that I was reminded to unfuck this page on May First...

It is a new and better beginning...

A certain solace...

~C. Blaine

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