"When I was a child, way back in the hills I laughed at the men, who tended those stills But that old mountain shine, it caught me somehow When I die tear my stillhouse down Oh tell all your children, that Hell ain't no dream 'Cause Satan he lives, in my whiskey machine And in my time of dying, I know where I'm bound So when I die tear my stillhouse down"
Albrecht’s print is dark and haunting, the rider is depicted upon his stead, making pass through a omonious landscape. The knight rides steadfast, his eyes forward, undistracted by the happenings around him. Beside, and behind the knight one can see Death, a snake wrapped within his crown, riding upon his pale horse starring towards the knight. In Death’s hand one sees an hourglass, which...
Im just listening for the ancient tones and once I’ve learned to listen, I...– Steve Earle
For Stephanie: I was tired, desperate,...
I raise my tired head from your chest and focus my eyes on your face, framed by the yellow linens and brown comforter. You hold my chin, and your delicate fingers scratch at my half grown beard. It’s late, but I don’t want to sleep, I want to see you and look at you, and know that you are real, because tonight, I need to know. You look at me and smile as I suggest with tired eyes that we go...
Young men want to be faithful, and are not; old men want to be faithless, and cannot. ~ Oscar Wilde
The sea’s only gifts are harsh blows, and...
Now I don’t know much about the sea, but I do know that that’s the way it is here. And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong. To measure yourself at least once. To find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions. Facing the blind death stone alone, with nothing to help you but your hands and your own head.— Christopher J....
macyk: call me on your way back home - ryan...
Writing is the hardest work in the world. I have been a bricklayer and a truck driver, and I tell you – as if you haven’t been told a million times already – that writing is harder. Lonelier. And nobler and more enriching. -Harlan Ellison-
Now its 3 am and I'm standing in the kitchen,
Holding my last cigarette. Light a match and I see my reflection on the mirror in the hall, and I say to myself, “I got my mama’s eyes, her long thin frame and her smile, and i still know wrong from right, cause I got my mama’s eyes.”
Cause when the calm comes down, I take the truck on into town, buy whatever we...– Ryan Adams
My Irish History
I am very proud of my Irish History. My grandmother and great grandmother have done their best to keep the knowledge of my Irish History alive to my cousins and myself. My family on my mothers side is almost 100 percent Irish with just a dash of native american, and my Fathers side is half English half Irish. I have always had a hankerin’ to know more and more about not only my Irish...
I Want A Dog.
Its been 2 years since my last dog passed away and I really miss having a dog. I don’t think I’m really in a smart position to get a dog right now but after I graduate, Im planning on it.
Random Realization Last Night:
I love the smell/warm air, you feel when walking into or past a Laundromat. Good stuff.
I wrote this in my Journal awhile back while...
He was overcautious, tireless in his pursuit, but lagging behind the knees; dragging his feet across the wood floor, as if his soul pulled his legs behind it like a mother and its restless child in a supermarket. A light switch flickered on, and illuminated the kitchen tile in front of him. He was neither surprised, nor bored, and carelessly lifted the small toy from the tile, which had revealed...