quixotics Aeonity Blog

the vast unwritten

Tue, 26 Jul 2005 09:58:49 -0500

Where is my discipline? The writer does not write again. It has been so long...save letters sent to my muse, my soul mate, my greatest friend...since I have written. It has been weeks since I have accomplished anything of worth. I must make a change today. I feel terrible.... Read More

antique desk: and I attempt the mystery

Sat, 23 Jul 2005 18:26:20 -0500

I admit, technically it may be a piece of a bedroom collection rather than a desk. Even so, it is a desk to me. An antique, and if not antique, a 75 yr old "collectable", I am almost sure-- But, I can't find the period/ style. I'm puruing the truth. It's fun, but difficult. I have limited resources. I welcome any helpful comments. I'll wr... Read More

free to return to heaven. faust relates.

Fri, 22 Jul 2005 21:34:12 -0500

I collapsed. Why did they want to kill me? Looking out the window, whenever the mysterious men would pass, evil would flush over me. I crawled, wishing I absorbed like wax into the hard pin floor, headed for the back rooms of my grandmother's house. I saw a neon hat move in the closet--perhaps it was only my own movement startling me, but I has... Read More

from profile\'s perspective: my biography

Fri, 22 Jul 2005 06:28:00 -0500

complex humanity hatching from its afterbirth cocoon of substances mother can not contribute inside her womb: inhibition, the stitches of retreat conditioned through the naive tresses of a girl, sober ambition, the dreamless sedation while the world cuts out her heart in the name of research, fear, the favorite lesson of death and its d... Read More

6:54 AM =I succumb

Fri, 22 Jul 2005 06:06:01 -0500

I'm sure it must be cliche by now--the long introduction about why one detests blogging, but gives in--so I shall not begin my first blog in that manner. Or, I shall mention it artfully and briskly move on. (moved on)... Read More