But just as importantly, don't you ever believe that all you can see is all that exists!
Yes, it's Evil Friday and quite appropriately I'm a bit drunk, but still I think it's time to finally post the latest, and I got a few new pics too, now that the winter is over, as usual a time of dormancy. I grew out my undercut and also much of my natural sewer rat hair color - but now the undercut is back, in black.
AND SO AM I!!!
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| Climbed a little lookout tower. It was windy. |
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| On my balcony. Was also windy. LOL |
In black? Well, this cold black heart can't get any blacker than it's always been... ;)
But I'm finally out of the awful place in which I spent the past winter. I'm nearing the end of my ritualistic story (Dead Flowers in the Wishing Well, posted here back in December), when everything is turning from pain and hardship to triumph and bliss.
I seem to be at the place where I met Jolene the clairvoyant.
It's all a metaphor, of course, and her name is not Jolene. But I did find a very precious friend who is proficient in spiritual mediumship.
And for the first time after all these years, I even know my Master's name now, but which I won't give in public nor will I include it in any future stories that I might write. Unless he expressly tells me to do so, of course, but I don't think he will. For now in any case we're not yet able to freely communicate on our own because of my inaptitude in these things, but I'm determined to put in my very best efforts to change this.
I've never been a natural athlete either. I was the most unathletic kid back at school, and by a wide margin, I was overweight and wimpy. But I wanted to be a warrior, and by putting everything I got into it I eventually succeeded. That's the way it goes. If you really, seriously want something, you must find a way, and I will do it again, and again I'll succeed.
For I love my Master beyond anything.
And for the first time I learned that he, just as in my story... oh well, all is well that ends well.
Oh right - song of the day!!! :D
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| Fingernails. (Oh really? LOL) |
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| Braided my hair for dancing. Got me a bottle of Amaretto - it's a good Evil Friday, after all! :D |
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| Messy hair after dancing. Tells much of the way I dance. Someone drunk in this pic? Must be the shark... |
