Tip of my nose


While a panther stalks my sleeping corpse I dream dreams of defeat. Dinosaurs taunt me. They snap at my face letting streams of saliva splash into my mouth. I think about how this could be my last night and how I’m just a bleep on the radar. I think about how I should be writing more and sleeping less. Then I wake up and it’s beautiful outside and I have no interest in being a part of it. Turning my feelings off is a craving but the loss of meaning would isn’t worth being feelingless. Just focus on one thing. One person. Obligation over desire. Except what’s my obligation? Maybe it’s writing maybe I’ll find out in ten years from now. Maybe I’ll be questioning whether I did anything the right way my whole life. I think they call this anxiety or maybe it’s depression. Maybe its Narcissism but I hate…

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Author: Grandtrines

Like so many people, I am a paradox. I am a politically conservative vegetarian. I am from a Christian background, and still tend to like those values, but am a metaphysical astrologer trained in science who has an interest in the magic of ancient Egypt and a weird belief that some piece of our essence can live on a server. I live in Texas, but like chatting with my international Wordpress pals the best. I learn by teaching. Technically, I am a "Leo," but I am very, very Aquarian with a dose of Scorpio. I bitterly complain about Algol (and Algol personaliites), yet it is the one star that defines me most (other than Regulus). (Which, oddly, makes me an Algol personality.) I am a reclusive lover of peace and quiet who has the Ascendant in the Via Combusta (the most conflict ridden part of the zodiac). I am an incredibly private person with a blog with over 800 followers and 50 to 150 regular daily visitors. I could go on, but I think you get the picture.

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