The Cost of Magic #20
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Feb 24th, 2009
I see. You are tired. Tired of your delusional life and your ‘doctor’s’ pineal poisons. This is admirable. To hold ones own memories as only the Aesir can.
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Drug Use in the Cost of Magic
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Feb 11th, 2009
If you’ve been following along, you have probably noticed that the main characters of the story are riddled with drug and alcohol abuse issues. Well, here’s a little attempt at explanation.
As a child, I loved the ideas of magic, especially alchemy. When I was 3 or 4 years old, I would make “potions” [...]
Spiraling Down – Poetry
Posted in poetry on Dec 3rd, 2008
This is kinda cool. Found it in an old binder. It’s dated November of 1999. That means I had just turned 17, so forgive any horribles, ok?
Spiraling Down.
—-
Snowblind
I’m twisted
I’m losing my faith
I’m falling so far
I can’t get away
Death draws me closer
I can hear no sound
All I can see
is dew-covered ground
It beckons to me
“Come closer my [...]
Developmental Theology 089 Lesson #37
Posted in Developmental Theology on Jan 14th, 2008
Falling Ashes
Posted in poetry on Jun 9th, 2007
Ashes fall from my cigarette.
I realize that it has started to
burn my hand.
Snuffing out the butt in an achingly
overflowing ashtray. Brought back
to the world at hand.
Lost in thought.
Pleasant memories
often hurt more than caustic ones.
I feel the fire
light the flame
cigarettes are all that’s left.
-Loki.
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