Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
Where Sarcasm Gets Drunk and Lets Its Hair Down
Shining the light of truth on delusion
Researching, investigating, and writing about the paranormal.
You either get it... or you don't.
Inky blackness, a yawning void ~
"Eye Fly High"
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Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
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Writer, Tarot Reader, Designer
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The musings of a scorpion who would have been an eagle
I blog now. I know, I can't believe it either.
Paul Johnson's comedy blog: I didn't get into comedy to be rich or famous. All I've ever wanted was to be loved...by somebody rich and famous.
When I was going through the aftermath of abuse I did not want to hear about anyone else. It was hard enough trying to keep my own head above water. But in the end I heard a young girl go on air and tell her story. It totally inspired me. I went to the police and the whole thing I was involved in snowballed, eventually ending up with two in jail and so many many victims coming forward. That one girl did that. I never contacted her to let her know.
And it made all the difference in the world! Thanks for sharing that Tric! I think it is why so many of us write– not only for our own therapeutic process, but also in the hopes that maybe one person will read it and it will make a difference. 🙂
Yes. I know you have had a pox few months but you have written honestly and openly. I am very sure many have learned from your story and hopefully some one will know they are not the only one.
By the way I hope you go from strength to strength while I am away on holiday. No cowboys under the bed when I get home! 🙂
I promise, no cowboys under the bed!! On top of it might be a different story!! Just kidding! 😉
I agree. 🙂