Its wierd to think that this blog is almost 2 years old. Track back through the archives and this thing started as a random place to muse. Then a place to share, then a place to lick my wounds. I happy to announce that the only thing I am licking now is the salt off the rim of my margahrita glass. I guess its time to grow up. I must be having one of those I am turning 30 things going on in my head. Yawozaaa what the hell is that. I am still me and I am still as crazy as ever. I am just a little bit more grounded in the way I go about things. The past decade has been crazy. I remeber when My dad died, and I thought to myself. I wonder what the world has in store for me? I am supposed to be here? why would I stop to think this you wonder? I dunno. I have lived, and I have loved. I learned alot from people. I once thought that my life had no meaning. Well I figured it out. There are a few people that have taught me more about life than I could ever express. Some of those lessons have been hard to learn. I think I need a broader audience for this forum. There is two specific people that read this blog and dont have the guts to post anything. Its SAD. Deciet is an awful thing. I can only hope that the same befalls you someday. Naa... its not worth it.. life is too short. You wil have your own cross to bear, and I have a pretty good idea what that will be. The Sun will come up tomorrow. It will rise, and Today is the best day to start something new and meaningful.
I want to thank all those people that supported me in the last year. Without your support I prolly wouldnt be here. I would still be in Dekalb Broken hearted and Wondering what I did wrong to cause this collapse of reality. I have the answer to that. NOTHING. I did nothing. and thats what is unfortunate. I have a great sense of self-preservation, and I think thats why I am here today. Bahz Lerhmann said it best, when he said... the race is long, sometimes your ahead, sometimes your behind, when its all said and done the race is with yourself.

So nobody asked what was up with the name change. Luna Strega inspired it. I was up late last night and I stumble upon a old Celtic Dictionary. Domhan Solus... Talus Moon. I find it funny that both Luna Strega and I both choose the moon to bay at. Hmmmm... You will have to figure her translation on your own.

I received a annon. Comment on one of my old posts. Asking about time. What would like to know? I believe time is not a linear concept. The best way to describe time is something that is more like a ethereal haze that encompasses our reality. Couple this somewhat different version of time and I think It allows a rational explanation why people that have passed can communicate back to the "other side" Because when you pass I think its a acceptable concept to believe that the kintergarten concept of time that as mortals we cling to is chucked for the true notion. Imagine the ability to goto any momement in time, without incumberance. Goto the moment of your birth, and see it, goto your first kiss, your first day of school etc.

I dont know if I would say I was intellegent, most people may disagree with that notion. while others would agree. I like to look at reality skewed. This spin on reality is what has gotten me in trouble as of late.

Those of you who watch TV. and Know me. I pose a question.. Medium. Art immitating life or Life immitating art?

So my annon. Commentor, Leave me your indentity, that is unless I already know you and your trying to bate me into a discussion. I can have dinner with bannana hands if I want. So go spend 600 dollars for his self help cds. I can meet him first hand. Arent you satisfied with the results of your plunder. I need to thank you. You gave me the freedom of not having to support someone in my greatest time and need, The albatross is truly yours now, and I dont need or want it back. Invest in a home waxing kit, maybe that will get you past the treasure trail. YIKES.

If my annon. Commentor is truly a contemporary of Ultra concentrated KMl , I aplogize whole heartedly, your comment was in a vane, much like a a former acquaintence, that lacks morales, and generally fancies himself an extremely intellegent person, I would never impune his intellgence, It could be considered more Rainman like.

So my annon. Commentor Open up the curtain and reveal you indentity.