| beanery. journal. of sorts. 12/01/02 Ahoy to the Pyrates and yo to the Pyrated. Another long night. Most likely at this point sleepless. Once again, I stay up all night to ravage the interior of my head and work on this website, this website that no one will ever see. Well, not much going on in the middle of Nowhere these days. A lot of work, a lot of driving, a lot of crap like that. As for interestingness, my production company, Cerulean Jackal, has put together an "end of autumn" music festival to be held in just six days. My band (The Draculoids) is going to play, and needless to say, we haven't practiced for months. We're in for one long rocky ride, but that doesn't mean we can't make it fun. I'll be playing bass, obviously. My brother Baka will be on guitar and/or drums, and my pal Brak will without doubt be on keyboards, drum machines, and vocals. I'll also do some vocalising, although at this point I'm sure much of what we'll do will be freestyle and rather jarring. Anyhow, there is much study these days in the Occult, much more than usual. Almost every night, and even then the studies pass into the dawn. My poor dear Beekie... I miss her, miss her company and our long smoke breaks out on the balcony. I miss our conversations and I miss her presence. No, my Beekie is not dead and I do not follow with the ideas of those that claim that she will be as if she were dead as long as she is stuck where she is stuck. Don't follow that at all. There is good to be done wherever one may happen to be stuck, and there is creativity to be realized as well. Dispair may always seem to be a heartbeat away, or it may be miles away. I don't know. Either way, there are many methods by which it may be kept at bay, and I do hope my Beekie is performing all of those methods and succeeding. So long ago now it seemed her brother Peevil, she and I all sat outside of Subway, being the idiots that we are and not giving half a damn. Although... Not so long ago now it seems that we were walking the streets of Custard, sucking on rock candy, breaking sidewalk benches, skipping through the rocks and trees. (ROCKS AND TREES!!) Taking pictures, swimming in the rivers, playing Yu-Gi-Oh!, and driving, driving, driving. ("Don't forget ALMOST DYING!!" -Peevil. "Shut up, Peevil." -Me "Stop callin' me that..." -Peevil) Of course, all that was a while ago already... The Pyrates haven't sailed such a voyage since, and the crew didn't even consist of the main trio! Only one! Skidgen Boy was captain (Skidge being the only original Pyrate and most experienced seafarer), Rocksteady McAllister was first mate, and Evil Pete was the poopdeck scrubber, of course. The S.S. Ye Ole Alabaster performed most admirably, the seas were smooth as glass (for the most part), and the winds were in our favor. Ahh, the pillaging! Ahh, the burning! Ahh, the deflowering of young maidens, the gambling, the fighting and the mead flowing like wine!! It was beautiful. Of course, all good times must come to an end, and even the greatest of Pyrates will at some time in their lives be thrown in prison. That's just kinda how it goes, pal. But enough of history. Back to the present. I've worked every day this week. The Merc has about 800 more miles on it than it did about six days ago. November was a strange and harrowing month, and it passed with all the speed of a crack high. It's hard to believe that it's over already. It is now 5:52 AM, CST on December the 1st, 2002. Holy shit... Where the fuck did November go, anyhow? This month was filled with toil and a good deal of overcoming many of the struggles I once faced. Well, if not overcoming entirely, then at least the edge is gone from many of the knives that once stung so badly. This month was also punctuated by a visit from two fellow witches, friends of my Brak, who spent the night in Brak's home. A rather harrowing adventure, for it seems that one of these friends doesn't like me much, try though I might to be friendly. And the other... Well, the other is something else entirely. I've never met another person like him, and doubt I will again. He claims to be over a trillion years old, and he went into detail explaining how this could be. He was very interesting and very powerful... I believe he may have created a short-term mindmeld with me, which, although he may have done without my permission, I have no qualms about. I am pretty much an open book these days, and there's nothing in my head that I consider to be particularly secret or dangerous to anyone save my family. If they knew what was going on in my brain... Holy shit. There goes the Universe. Which brings me to yet another topic of conversation... |