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Death is only a horizon,
and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
-Rossitor.W. Raymond

One crow sorrow
Two crows mirth
Three crows a joining
Four crows a birth
Five crows silver
Six crows gold
Seven crows a secret
Never to be told

curious life form(s) checking to see if I'm really insane

have now been mentally rearranged

It's not the size of the dog in the fight,
It's the size of the fight in the dog.

"I'll speak in riddles so you can understand
I'll draw in pencil so you can trace with pen"

"The International Person Of Mystery."
-My all mighty official title, courtesy of Fallen.

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"Slicker than an oil spill, and possibly just as deadly."
-Gloria's lovely words to describe myself.

"You're weird in a fun way."
-Andy, to me.

"You're the one I go and sit down cross legged before and say, "Master, what is the answer to..." "
Brooke, to me.

"I wouldn't say that there aren't exceptions to every rule. And if there were, you would be it."

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This is the "How I Goddamn Feel", section. Below is what you read if you're curious as to open the current emotional casket of Sevencrows. So do enjoy filling yourself with MY bitter feelings, and then, do go get some of your own.

What's currently rampaging around my mind:

The broken clock is a comfort
It helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow
From stealing all my time
I am here still waiting
Though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best
Like you've already figured out

I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
There is healing
In your name
I find meaning

The broken locks were a warning
You got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded
I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection
Inside of my eyes
That are looking for a purpose
They're still looking for life

I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
Is there healing
In your name
I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on
(I'm still holdin')
I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

I'm hangin' on another day
Just to see what you will throw my way
And I'm hanging on to the words you say
You said that I will be okay

The broken lights on the freeway
Left me here alone
I may have lost my way now
Haven't forgotten my way home

(Lifehouse - Broken)


Everything else: A mystery. Wrapped in a riddle and cloaked in a conundrum.

"Death is a revolving door."

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"Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives."

"Train yourself to let go
of everything you fear to lose."


"Reality is instantaneous. There are no boundaries."

"Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape."

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It's sunday noon in my room
The wind is really rageing
Inside I'll hide in my tomb
And think of yesterday
Playing, in my room, in my room
I feel like a kite high in a tree
Is this where I'm supposed to be?
I wish I was a little boy
When love was taken care of
I know
I will say
Maybe today
It's sunday noon cocoon and heal
Oh no please don't throw me in the prior
When mothers made all the meals
And fathers built the fire
When will this feeling go away?
When will this feeling ever stay?
Maybe today
Maybe today
Now I'm not so mournful
As I sit and watch the wind blow
This place is my cathedral
And the choir's swaying just outside the window
Everyone needs a day to dream
Per chance
Today I have yesterday to tempt me
So come on put on your best dress and lets dance
For the chairs are all but empty
When will this feeling go away?
When will this feeling ever stay?
Maybe today
Maybe today
Maybe today

Maybe Today
Carbon Leaf


Friday, February 20, 2009

Floating down a river named emotion

Emotion doesn't travel in a straight line.  Like water, our feelings trickle down through cracks and crevices, seeking out the little pockets of neediness and neglect, the hairline fractures in our character usually hidden from public veiw.
Beware the dark pool at the bottom of our hearts.  In its icy, black depths dwell strange and twisted creatures it is best not to disturb.  In probing into murky waters we expose ourselves to the predators lurking therein.

-Sue Grafton

I chased my mind at 09:53 pm with Sevencrows
(2) of you slipped   

Friday, June 20, 2008

I can take apart the remote control and I can almost put it back together

So I managed to successfully put my laptop out of commission.  Which would almost make for a rather amusing story, minus the fact that this is a tragedy.  But I'll dispense it anyway with hopes to prevent others from making the same mistake.

The formula is fairly simple:  Do not combine liquid with a laptop.

This is, of course, a no-brainer.  But when the liquid at hand is Rum, what happens is the no-brainer is transformed into you simply having no brains.  Mind you, I had them at the beginning - and as I set the bottle of fun, which is an ironic typo, excuse me, bottle of *rum*, down on the table beside Silas I said out loud to myself - "that's not a good idea" and moved the bottle away.  A premonition into the future.  Unfortunately not enhanced enough to pass along the real bad idea, which was being on the computer at all at that time.  Because after enough Rum it doesn't occur to you where you're putting the bottle anymore.  But ironically enough, not that I believe in irony, but the premonition of misfortune I'd had with the Rum stayed with me and in the end the Rum wasn't the culprit of death.  Because I was being careful with the Rum.  I wasn't being so careful with the beer.
Now, I don't remember exactly how this happened -
"I'm sure you don't," snickered someone I told this story to.
- all I remember is going "Oh shit!" and mopping up Silas.  My recollection of the beforehand only gets more snickers.  But it happened so I will tell.  Someone who wasn't there bumped me from behind causing me to lurch forward and knock my beer onto Silas.  I've seen people spill drinks that way in movies.  Only mishap being, I was alone.  But that's what I remember happening.

Now, having more alcohol in my system than he had currently leaking into his, I didn't respond intelligently.  Logic isn't something that comes with Rum.  After mopping up the main spill, it seemed perfectly brilliant to me to flip him upside down.  What didn't occur to me was to turn him off first.  To all of you listening out there, that is always the FIRST thing you do if you spill liquid on your laptop.  Turn it off as fast as you can and also remove the battery.  Don't wait for a start menu shutdown, do it manually.  Losing whatever documents & data you had open or were working on at the time is better than losing your whole computer.  If you leave it on you will do what I did and short circuit your system.  Immediate shutdown will most likely save your pc's life.  No electricity, no currents to take advantage of the liquid at hand.  After it is off, flipping it over is okay.
But as mentioned, my thinking ability was off on the islands so I followed no such process.  And turning a laptop over and leaving it while it is still on is a very bad thing.  And that's when it's otherwise okay.  Add liquid and you're creating a real problem for yourself, and a casket for your laptop.  But it's what I did, and the results were catastrophic.  After much flashing of going-gone going-gone going-gone, some 72 hours later Silas' struggle finally came to an end and I ended up with the black screen of death.  He put up quite a fight, something I never should have inflicted on him, I feel very poor.  And he's still fighting to a degree.  I'd say he's just in coma now.  I still get a signal when I hit the on button, he just remains the black screen of death often accompanied by his fan.  But at least I know there's still hope.  He's a hardy little bugger.  And I'm not about to give up on him.  It's true what they say - 'if you want it bad enough...'

Time wasn't on my side, but I gave him the week off and then today busted him open.  It was like doing surgery on a loved one.  Not as terrifying as I'd thought it would be but just as emotional.  I cleaned him out the best I could, removing also a dead moth.  I don't know if my work will revive him, but it's all I can do for now.  I have to wait until he dries before I can put him back together and turn him on to see if he's alright.  If not, then I'll have to dig further into him for a more thorough cleaning.

Everyone send your prayers and jou jou his way.

Luckily I've discovered that I am not the first person to do this.  Just typing the words laptop and "oh shit" into the search bar brings up hundreds of other poor sods with their laptops who have also suffered the same fate.

On a slightly similar subject, to all of my Msn buddies who last saw me suddenly disappear that night -
I found it marvelously intriguing that you all assumed it was *your* Messenger malfunctioning.  As if nothing could go wrong with anything on Seven's end.  Mates, I hate to break it to you... lol.  I got numerous emails that night with subject lines such as "I hate msn sometimes", "msn sucks", etc.  Nearly all of you actually reinstalled your Messenger for me as well.  All I can say to all that is Wow and thank you for all the dedication.  But the fault was not on your end, and I thought you should know.

When I mentioned the death of Silas to someone today, their response was a very serious -
"Oh my god.  I'm surprised you haven't hung yourself in the barn or something."

Gee.  Thanks.

Don't worry, there's still time!

I chased my mind at 02:57 pm with Sevencrows
(1) of you slipped   

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Goodness knows I saw it coming

I just heard it on the news this morning...


I chased my mind at 08:22 am with Sevencrows
(3) of you slipped   

Sunday, December 31, 2006

Forget the cafe latte, screw the raspberry iced tea

Happy new year!

You'll need the following:
A cup of water, a cup of sugar, four large eggs, two cups of dried fruit, a teaspoon of baking soda, a teaspoon of salt, a cup of brown sugar, lemon juice, nuts, and a bottle of whiskey.

Sample the whiskey to check for quality.

Take a large bowl. Check the whiskey again. To be sure it is the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink. Repeat. Turn on the electric mixer, beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar and beat again.

Make sure the whiskey is still okay. Cry another tup. Turn off the mixer. Break two leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit. Mix on the turner. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaterers pry it loose with a drewscriver.

Sample the whiskey to check for tonsisticity. Next, sift two cups of salt. Or something. Who cares? Check the whiskey. Now sift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Spoon. Of sugar or something. Whatever you can find.

Grease the oven. Turn the cake tin to 350 degrees. Don't forget to beat off the turner. Throw the bowl out of the window, check the whiskey again and go to bed.

I chased my mind at 08:31 pm with Sevencrows
(2) of you slipped   

Thursday, December 21, 2006

But man he had it comin', now that Janie's got a gun she ain't never gonna be the same

A week or so ago, myself, my mate, and his girlfriend, ventured out into the lovely world of Christmas shopping.  And if you didn't hear the sarcasm in the word lovely, rewind, replay, and listen more closely.
At the end of the evening, I was searching for a less than mile long line to pay for a grand two items I wanted to be out of there with.  While scanning the people with piled wagons in front of them, my mind reeled with the success in yelling "bomb!".
How come all the people with two shopping carts get to go first?
It was suggested that I try the "express" register in the back of the store, guarenteed of course to be faster.
15 minutes later.
Excuse me, sir, where's the Prozac?
During my stand time in the line, or "sit time", as I did for half of it, my companions got locked on the other side of the gate, seperating the two stores.  It was sign-languaged through the bars that I'd meet them round thier exit.  So once I'd been rung up, I headed round to my exit with everyone else who'd been in the line.  Most of them were pushing filled shopping wagons.
We get to the exit at the same time.  So we're all walking through it together.
The alarm goes off.
I'd been in malls, crowds, and lines for far too long already, so with the homocidal thought of having to wait while a security guard went through all the others shopping wagons, and knowing my mates were waiting round the other exit, I looked at the others, and uttered -
"It's you."
And bolted.

I didn't quite realize how that looked, until I told my awaiting mate about it, who burst out laughing.

I chased my mind at 06:09 pm with Sevencrows
(1) of you slipped   

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

You're always running here and there, you feel you're not wanted anywhere

There's a mouse the size of godzilla walking around my room right now.

I chased my mind at 11:42 pm with Sevencrows
(1) of you slipped   

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

There's a man with a gun over there, telling me I've got to beware

Arkansas Thanksgiving

According to the Knight-Ridder News Service, the inscription on the metal bands used by the U.S. Department of the Interior to tag migratory birds has been changed.  The bands used to bear the address of the Washington Biological Survey, abbreviated:  Wash. Biol. Surv.  --  until the agency received the following letter from an Arkansas camper:

“Dear Sirs:  While camping last week I shot one of your birds.  I think it was a crow.  I followed the cooking instructions on the leg tag and I want to tell you, it was horrible.”

The bands are now marked Fish & Wildlife Service.

I chased my mind at 02:38 pm with Sevencrows
(2) of you slipped   

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self control

To take part in the thanksgiving spirit...

A young man named John received a parrot as a gift. The parrot had a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary. Every word out of the bird's mouth was rude, obnoxious and laced with profanity.

John tried and tried to change the bird's attitude by consistently saying only polite words, playing soft music and anything else he could think of to "clean up" the bird's vocabulary. Finally, John was fed up and he yelled at the parrot. The parrot yelled back. John shook the parrot and the parrot got angrier and even ruder.

John, in desperation, threw up his hand, grabbed the bird and put him in the freezer.  For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicked and screamed.  Then suddenly there was total quiet. Not a peep was heard for over a minute.  Fearing that he'd hurt the parrot, John quickly opened the door to the freezer.

The parrot calmly stepped out onto John's outstretched arms and said, "I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions. I'm sincerely remorseful for my inappropriate transgressions and I fully intend to do everything I can to correct my rude and unforgivable behavior."

John was stunned at the change in the bird's attitude. As he was about to ask the parrot what had made such a dramatic change in his behavior, the bird continued, "And if I am not being too inquisitive, may I ask what the turkey did?"

I chased my mind at 08:34 pm with Sevencrows
Slip into another reality   

Sunday, August 06, 2006

To simply pass or rise from the grave

Stress -

"That confusion, created when one's mind overrides the body's basic desire to choke the living shit out of some asshole who desperately needs it."

I chased my mind at 06:42 pm with Sevencrows
(2) of you slipped   

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

I saw fireworks from the freeway and behind closed eyes I cannot make them go away, cause you were born on the fourth of July

"Happy Birthday," I said, looking up at the stars.
"Shall we go and eat cake?"
"No," I replied, "all of America set off fireworks."  Couldn't ask for a celebration more glorious than that.

I chased my mind at 11:35 am with Sevencrows
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