Monday 2/15 [C1-44]

Well today as some may know it was Presidents Day in the world of the living. Here it is just one big party day for them. It isn't just Presidents day but a day for all the leaders that are here, good and bad. Just today Lincoln stalked through, tall and depressing. He still is torn up by the whole hole in his head business. I say get over it, but then again I didn't have the same "experience" as he did. Oh well.

Most of the day was spent watching leaders most glorious moments reenacted. I am sure the ones that lose in the reenactment aren't to please to relive it all again, but it is only one week. They will survive. Even the bad leaders get their time to shine, until they are punted into their former disappointment. You win some, you lose some, that is life.

On the other hand, my life was less the amazing this week. Just did the usual, walked around my designated area looking for new and exciting things. We preformed at a little soul bar not far from my area. It was a mad house. We got there and their were a mess of strange beings gathering there. There was an aardvark, a ghoul from the silent era, something that looked like the Chupracabra among a few elvis impersonators and one of santa's helpers. The turn out was decent but the noise was so loud and our instruments so soft that it was like a shotgun in a dynamite factory.

I have been slipping in and out of dementia lately. I have been having weird occurances. Just the other day I was standing on the Jersey shore and when I turned around I had somehow planted myself in the ground in the middle of a Brazillian rainforest. This life is go up and down sometimes. Half the time it is real half the time my head is just playing with itself. I did quite enjoy being a  tree though.

I really haven't had much inspiration to write lately, I guess I am just in a rut [my current residence is the underside of a pine tree.] Well maybe when I find a new place I will be a little more apt to write.

"I once ate a fish that knew not how to swim, I drank of his oil and sprouted four fins. What a clever disguise I did think with a grin. I became such a fish that knew not how to swim."

Here is another double wammy to start the day!!

The Story of M & D

The month of "M"ay was happy and gay,
Excited, Crazy and Fast.
Then the month of "D"ecember brought snowy weather,
But just how long would it last?
These two were the same and never too lame,
The Winter time and the Spring.
It's not each one, but of the sum,
And O what a beautiful thing.

Eclipse [Love Between Moon and Sun]

The Sun lays, amused at the surroundings, as he enters a stage of sloth.
The waves crash around his empty broken head as he contemplates the actuality of reasoning.
Nothing more is on his mind than the soft lull of the moon in the deep azure sky.
Its ominous presence above the small feeble earth, of which he guards.
Playfully the Moon emits only what is truly relevant to the moment.
The shadow of her thoughts lay on the opposite end of him.
Oh how he wishes to see what lies in the deep parts of her thoughts, but never can he.
Never can he experience what she does, though he can help light the way.
In every instance, though, there is a time when he and she come together.
And thus they truly know each other.
They dance, as everything that has been on the Suns mind is soaked in by the Moon.
He finally can be close to her and everything she resides.
And thus when they have to depart and follow their own path they know that they will meet again.
And when they do they will find each other once more, and they will be one.

This will the start of my fictional blog about a character based off of events in my life and things I see. It is a test run so I will see how it does for a little while, I don't want it to get too confusing.

Monday 2/8/10 [C1-37]
Today I seem to be working in what is the opposite of a snow globe. The enormous plate windows keep the white dust at bay as it swirls around the open air. The tall steady creatures sit unmoving, they just stare skywards. The one I reside in has taken his seat on the edge of a cliff, with his back to the water and the sun.

This mind-numbing labor is oh so repetitive. Today I make the shackles for those that enter our amazing beast. The shackles allow the others inside, without fear of being swallowed and digested. They come here to learn about this fascinating world, as everything we knew when we were alive is different.

Thus, I sit and write. I write my feelings, my views, for this world is of madness and of worth. It is unlike any has seen and I am here to share it with anyone that cares to look beyond what is in front of their own two eyes.

Soon I will have to venture into the cruel cold to find my desolate cave. I would almost rather just curl up here, start a fire and live my days just wandering the halls, but the others wouldn't enjoy my time. Plus, if I should start a fire I would fear that the smoke may choke out the beast and burn it alive, leaving me with nothing to do during the morning hours.

I should probably tell you all, that in writing this I am divulging a world unlike most. This is a world where things seem strange and nonsensible. Where words have no meaning, but mean the most. Where time goes backwards as you move forward. It is very much like the world I use to know and love, the world of the living. At this moment I live in the world between worlds, some call it limbo, some call it purgatory, but none know. It is just another step in the notch of existence. Full of unsuspecting turns and twists, where one thing seems another.

I don't expect you to understand it all, but you can do your best to comprehend. We like to call this the land of Unland, for it is, like I said, everything yet nothing. Enough of this back story, I am getting off track. I have been thinking of my recent love. My heartmate.

My other half [almost literally, for she keeps half of my heart as do I her half] is in a state of grief. Her long lost friend is experiencing a loss in the family. The only difference here, is that when you die in Unland you go to either a bad land [Vilan] or a good land [Halan]. Sort of a heaven and hell so to speak. It is the fear of not knowing, as is in the land of the living. The only difference here is that sometimes the two outer dimensions fluctuate in and we can glimpse the worlds. Sometimes they bleed together, so we can visit those worlds for a time being. It is a lot of nonsense and too difficult to explain fully.

But, yes. My soulmate is Cera. She went to the funeral of her friends father. He said his goodbyes, wished them all luck and stepped into the void. I do hope all goes well, Vilan is a terrible place. I know Cera fears that she will go to neither and be trapped between dimensions, never to have a purpose but to hold the worlds together. That kind of thinking will trap you there, I just hope I can talk her out of it.

I really wish this cold would stop, it makes it awfully hard to sleep outside. Just the other day I awoke to find myself buried under 12 feet of it. I spent the whole day just digging myself out. That wasn't even the difficult part, other just walked right over me and some even fell through the soft snow to join me in my fate. It was as though we were digging mines. I hope it doesn't come to that, but I am afraid that if this snow does not let up we shall be drowned! I am off in a bit here to go yell in a melodic manor. I have to pass the time some how, and I think I have actually created something worthy of showing off. We shall see, but there are many doing the same. Oh what a world.

I will have a lot to do this next couple of rotations. I will update in a few days.
Good day fine blizzardy world, I hope the chill does not freeze my feet off.

Love,
Cero