The Inner Random Ramblings and Workings of Me

<"It takes a genius to whine appealingly." -F. Scott Fitzgerald

"There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line." Oscar Levant

"Your sacred space is where you can find yourself again and again." Joseph Campbell

"The act of writing is for me often nothing more than the secret or concious desire to carve words on a tombstone: to the memory of a town forever vanished, to the memory of a childhood in exile, to the memory of all those I loved and who, before I could tell them I loved them, went away." Elie Wiesel

So this is a new attempt at making some sort of web page... umm actually I'm not quite sure right now what's going on but.. you know.. Eventually in here there will be my poems, quotes, and some form of daily (or maybe sporadic) comments and ravings/thoughts from me... but when done I hope to have some sort of pretty comprehensive site just based on the inner ideals of me.. whenever the time fully comes for that... so stay tuned..

I'm feeling The current mood of at www.imood.comright now...

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Updates and Other Comments

3/06/02 Not much to say but I did add more poems to my poetry page. Finally starting to work on this site again... stay tuned...

1/17/02 There isn't much anything going on right now with the site... If I find some spare time I may put some more poems up but.. other than that, the journal gets updated regularly anyway... but for my entertainment.. I'm leaving the quote I love so much up here still...

Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love. Rose Walker, in Sandman: The Kindly Ones by Neil Gaiman

I read that and felt like standing up and applauding, such choices of words... actually I don't hate love... I'm just a bit frustrated at it, but that's another story... maybe it'll appear in my blog...

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