This journal is no longer being updated as of Summer 2013.
Friends only, these days.
There are always ways to fall asleep, but to be alive is to forsake the fear of blood. And dreams aren't excuses anymore. You are not behind a smoking mirror, but inside a ceremony of boulders that has survived your many deaths. It is not by accident you watch the sun become your heart sink into your belly, then reappear in a town that magnetically attracts you. What attracts cannot naturally be separated. A black hole reversed is a white hot star, unravels this night inside a song that is the same wailing cry as blue. There are no words, only sounds that lead us into the darkest nights, where stars burn into ice where the dead arise again to walk in shoes of fire.