Heart Breaks are hard

For Dominika

Hey Dominika,

I know heartbreaks are hard but you will get through it. 

Love ya!

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READ THIS ARTICLE. MY DAD CAME FROM THE TOWN WHERE THIS HAPPENED! E-MAIL AND FORWARD THIS TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW!!!! IT IS TOO IMPORTANT TO IGNORE!!!!!!
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A thought

Sometimes I can't understand why people get upset when the people they affected have every right to be. You have no right to be angry if you wronged someone else.

A story segment: The Witch of Wyoming

"Familiam tuam necabo et" The woman was gagged before she could finish her threat. I took her to the nearest cruiser and threw her in, hammered the trunk five times and the car was gone. I went into my police cruiser and slumped down.
"I hate Shade-witches," I muttered under my breath. My partner looked to me with a strange look. I told him I said that I hate crazies. He started the car and we were off to the precinct.
The precinct was an unimpressive, brick building with a police shield above four glass frames. We saw the Shade-witch getting unloaded from another cruiser. She was spouting curses in Latin when she was thrown into the building. Poor woman, in two hours she's going to be kidnapped from the jail and prosecuted by my coven.
I suppose I owe you an explanation. See, I'm a witch. Witches aren't to be confused with Wiccans, witches can throw fire from their hands, while Wiccans maintain the natural order of the universe. We need both in this world to keep it flowing. My coven has been around for over six thousand years and for as long as we have existed, we have been protecting the world of non-magicians from those who would use magic for personal gain and/or harm to others.
I am a Seeker, my job is to catch the bad guys and give them to the Observers. The Observers find the bad guys and tell me where to get them. Afterwards, I hand off the magician to the Observers. And that's about it.

The Observers? They are actually a stereotype. Bunch of hooded figures around a fire deciding the fates of those who break the rules. Creepy, dramatic, but they do their jobs well. Guess that is what we should all


After what seemed to be an eternity, I was able to leave work at 5:00 PM. Jumping in my car, I was off. Finally, I reached the door of my brick townhouse. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of my car. I went into my house and shut the door, locking with all seven locks. Each lock, I spoke a word for each locking it with an age old spell. I went into the living room and plopped down on the sofa with a sonorous thud.
"I'm home," I yelled to a seemingly empty house. An owl swooped in and landed on the sofa next to my left shoulder.
"Welcome home Cassandra," She cooed upon landing, "how was your day?" I scratched the nocturnal bird's head and replied in a somewhat somber tone.
"I caught another Shade-witch today," The owl perked up and moved closer.
"That's the fifth one in a week," She squawked in astonishment, "Why so many?" I shrugged and suggested a new coven must have sprung up nearby. Yes, I have a talking owl. I just noticed that owls don't usually talk. Well she does. Her name is Nancy and she's been my friend since I was three. She was bred by an ancient order dedicated to Athena, a great sorceress to the point she was able to extend her life to near infinity. The owls that her followers breed are highly intelligent to the point of fluency in human languages. Nancy is one of the brightest, with an IQ of over 600 and has 263 spell books memorized. Her one fault, she doesn't have thumbs.
"What's for dinner?" I asked. Yes, Nancy can cook. She do basic animation but that's the limit of her magic.
"Chicken Risotto with a side of your ex called" I stopped dead. I didn't know what just happened, but I believe my bird just blind sided me. Oh sorry, we are being honest here. My familiar just blind sided me.

Inertia

Inertia

Is it possible that inertia can be more than just a property of matter? Could inertia be the natural state of all things? When we wake we don't want to get out of bed unless something is happening. If that other thing wasn't happening, would we stir from our beds?

Don't we easily dismiss change, especially when we enjoy what is? It is hard to make a difference in our own lives because of our resistance. Could joy and contentment be the ultimate recognition of inertia? Could inertia be the force in our life which is unchanging? Inertia could be the traits passed from parent to child. The same traits that we can recognize as part of us. These traits show our unchanging lineage. Does that mean it is wrong to try and change them?

Is our resistance to change a reflection of the matter that comprises our form? Could this be a reflection of our fear of the unknown? Could our fear stem from our form? The order of the universe manifests as inertia, and chaos, entropy. Maybe entropy is the unknown and too much of it will destroy us. Yet we need it to survive. Is our need to face our fears due to the fact we need entropy as much as inertia? We are governed by complex laws we only begin to understand. They are so fragile and delicate , yet they are resilient because of the ability to resist change. Could our fear be one thing that can save us? Could anarchy be the ultimate expression of our fear? Could a government be the representation of our inertia? Is a democracy our attempt to create an artificial version of ourselves? Is a totalitarian government our need to have the stability we crave so dearly?

What do we truly fear more than the unknown? Some embrace their fear and chaos. They stride boldly into the new frontiers and places some could never imagine. If we were all like that, would we be a race today? Our inertia drives our society, our need for each other. While many concepts revolve around birth and death, life represents our order, our inertia. Yet if we were only inertia would we be the same person? No individuality, no unique thoughts? Is chaos the manifestation of our differences? We fear the unknown and the differences we have because we're afraid it will destroy us. But if there was no chaos, would there be an us or a me? Could our inertia be a force which can kill us as much as chaos? Perhaps we need both in order to be as we are.

What this blog is for

Unlike all my other blogs, this one serves no purpose besides putting my kind of insanity out in the world. I hope at least one person reads it.
Things to come:

• My Rules To Women, all 100. (this post will start and be edited every day to add one rule for 100 days. Maybe less if I feel like adding more.)
• Monologues, the ravings of a mad man
• Pieces of short stories
• Poetry

AND MORE