Archive for August, 2006
Friday, August 18th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #10
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
Why suicide?
Life’s pain make syou grow weary, and the rejuvinating happiness passes to quickly.
Death is the big, […]
No Comments » - Posted in Me 15 Years Later by Pickle King
Thursday, August 17th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #9
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
When it comes right down to it, it’s extasy, excstasy, ecstasy.
Follow through, and then you’ll be there.
As […]
No Comments » - Posted in Me 15 Years Later by Pickle King
Wednesday, August 16th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #8
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
The thunderbird is a friend to all. The thunderbird is a companion to me.
The thunderbird must love […]
No Comments » - Posted in Me 15 Years Later by Pickle King
Tuesday, August 15th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #7
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
At sometime, we all wonder what the afterlife is like.
If we knew, why would we bother to […]
No Comments » - Posted in Me 15 Years Later by Pickle King
Monday, August 14th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #6
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
Tell me what it takes to go to heaven. Where hidden is the instructions to love?
Since we […]
No Comments » - Posted in Me 15 Years Later by Pickle King
Friday, August 11th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #5
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
What evil walks this earth? Who’s to say that thy neighbor doesn’t harbor something super natural. Behind […]
No Comments » - Posted in Me 15 Years Later by Pickle King
Thursday, August 10th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #4
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
Somewhere, there’s somebody that knows me better than I know myself. That’s the someone I’m looking for. […]
No Comments » - Posted in Me 15 Years Later by Pickle King
Wednesday, August 9th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #3
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
I love it when it rains at night when I sleep. I love it more when I […]
No Comments » - Posted in Me 15 Years Later by Pickle King
Tuesday, August 8th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #2
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
Mind Mage, Blind Sage,
blurring the world before me.
Take your say, make the day,
frolicking is all […]
No Comments » - Posted in Me 15 Years Later by Pickle King
Monday, August 7th, 2006
Me Fifteen Years Later #1
I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.
I fear the future, but not death. When the gods call me, I’ll answer swiftly, and fly […]
