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Changes [Oct. 24th, 2012|03:44 am]
sauron846
There's certain dreams I've had about things I would do in the future throughout my life. When I was young, I would often dream of having a much more lucrative and glamorous profession than I have now, although at other times I dreamed of what I've actually been doing for most of my adult life. I think I'm one of the lucky people who has been able to work in a profession with things that I love, namely technology.

Within the last few years, I've dreamed about doing some other things, namely traveling in places where I once thought I'd never go. One of those was to travel to what's now the former Soviet Union. There's always been a bit of mystery to that part of the world for me, and I've longed to learn and experience more about those countries.

It looks like this will be yet another dream that will become a reality. I'm moving to Nikolaev, Ukraine next February. To say I'm excited about it would be a massive understatement. There's some trepidation with it as well, but not nearly so much to make me hesitant about it. So, it looks like I'll be entering the next chapter of my life soon. More on that later.
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Reacquaint [Aug. 24th, 2012|05:21 pm]
sauron846
[mood |thirstythirsty]
[music |Filter - Take a Picture]

It's always funny discovering my own blog by accident. I haven't touched this place in years. Meanwhile, I started a new blog elsewhere, as anyone who has me added on Facebook would probably know. For those who don't...I'm still alive! Yeah! Or something like that. Don't expect me to post anything substantial on here, though. Or maybe I will, when I've finished writing pure nonsense just for the sake of posting something on here.
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Infrequency [Apr. 16th, 2008|11:42 pm]
sauron846
[Current Location |Bonding to the toilet]
[mood |sicksick]
[music |Soundgarden - Pretty Noose]

I'm so sporadic at posting, I almost surprise myself when I do. I haven't had too much that I've been wanting to write about lately, but I figured I should post something anyway. So, since there's nothing of importance to write about, well....I don't know. Maybe I can pull something out of my ass if I think hard enough. Should I write about crazy women? Nah. I deal with them enough as it is. No sense in wasting my time talking about them when I waste enough time just being around them. No, not all women are crazy. Just the vast fucking majority of them. I'll write some more about this later, but for now, let me leave you all with something very important.

"History does not record anywhere at any time a religion that has any rational basis. Religion is a crutch for people not strong enough to stand up to the unknown without help. But, like dandruff, most people do have a religion and spend time and money on it and seem to derive considerable pleasure from fiddling with it."

- R. Heinlein
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Poem -- Magical [Apr. 8th, 2008|01:58 am]
sauron846
[Current Location |Snoozing in the pantry]
[mood |guiltyguilty]
[music |Stone Temple Pilots - Wicked Garden]

Alright, one more poem that I'm posting. I wrote this about 2 years ago for someone who shall not be named. This is the one that I had published.


Magical


Your words conjure up a magic spell
They float into the air
They weave your thoughts in color
And dance without compare

Your voice sings tunes of laughter
And eases all my pains
The tunes lift high and dance throughout
The trees and hills and plains

The magic that you radiate
Comes from deep within your soul
It binds together the feelings we share
And seeks to make us whole

I feel the warmth your magic spreads
And hold it in my heart
It brings us together and holds us close
Even though we are apart

Although our fates are distant still
And may never come together
You magic will always remain with me,
And entrance my thoughts forever

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Really Short Story [Apr. 6th, 2008|11:49 pm]
sauron846
[Current Location |Peeking around the wall]
[mood |complacentcomplacent]
[music |Skid Row - I Remember You]

*Alright, one more thing tonight, again from high school, but this time it's a very short story...hence, the title.*

Really Short Story

The night was dark. Not dark as in how it always is, but dark as in a dark type of sensation. A bone-chilling dark. The man sat in it, very lonely. Nothing could have prepared him for what had happened two weeks ago. It was on a night like this, except not quite as dark. He was sitting in the exact same spot, only the spot wasn't barren like it is now. On that spot the man had his car. It wasn't an ordinary car, though, it was a sports car. A Lotus Esprit, to be exact. And it was red, bright red, and deep red. It was so red it cast red light around it, even in broad daylight. The man had saved up for 8 years just to be able to afford the down payment for this car. He then spent half his paycheck every month for the car's payments. Well, anyway, what happened was this: He was sitting in his car, admiring the upholstery, when all of a sudden a bird flew overhead and, just when it was right over the car, it decided to relieve itself. The relieved part of the bird dropped down, making a big splat on the top of the car. The man didn't even see the splat - he heard it. And there was no doubt in his mind what the splat was. Now, two weeks later, there he sat alone, with his car parked in the garage, where none of the neighbors could see it and be green with envy. How cruel life is.
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Poem -- It [Apr. 6th, 2008|11:20 pm]
sauron846
[Current Location |Hiding under the carpet]
[mood |lazylazy]
[music |AC/DC - Highway to Hell]

*Another one from high school.*

It

Its eyes were dark
It could not see
It did not know
Where it could be
It hid beneath
A rotting bush
And, still panting,
Had to push
A little harder
Than before.
Its flesh was torn
It had to pour
The blood upon
The sacred ground
Where grass is red
Where death is found
The hunter's yell
The hunted's scream
Was louder still
Yet it did not seem
That it would be found
Before sunrise,
When the sun would set
In its dark eyes.

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Poem -- Wish [Apr. 6th, 2008|10:58 pm]
sauron846
[Current Location |Crawling on the ceiling]
[mood |lazylazy]
[music |Aerosmith - What It Takes]

*I wrote this in high school. Probably one of my own favorites.*


Wish


When I wake up in the morning

To greet the bright sunrise

I wish for nothing better

Than to look into your eyes.



When I walk the road of learning

The hardships of this land

I wish for nothing more

Than to hold onto your hand.



When I run the race of life

And finish the longest mile

The only prize for me would be

To see your lovely smile.



When I leave this land forever

To cross the unknown sea,

My only wish is simply this -

That you would be with me.

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LJ and the Banhammer [Apr. 3rd, 2008|01:24 am]
sauron846
[Current Location |Hanging from the lamp]
[mood |calmcalm]
[music |Filter - Hey Man, Nice Shot]

Yes, a second post in a matter of minutes! Fuckin' A.

So, here's a serious question. Are we allowed to say the word "Fuck" on here? I'll be pretty fucking disappointed if we're not.
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Playing the Game [Apr. 3rd, 2008|01:08 am]
sauron846
[Current Location |On my ass]
[mood |calmcalm]
[music |Guns 'n Roses - Chinese Democracy]

Not much to say here, really. Yes, I know what the title says, and in how many ways it can be taken. Well, take it however you want. All I'm saying is that my life now is what it should have been about 10 years ago. That is all.
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Ancient History [Mar. 24th, 2008|11:58 pm]
sauron846
[Current Location |Home]
[mood |contemplativecontemplative]
[music |Free - All Right Now]

That's what this place is to me, after all. I've gone more than two years without posting on here, and almost three since I posted anything of significance. My exodus to Myspace managed to bring with it an acute lack of creativity on my part. Perhaps it's time to try rekindling the old flame. I don't think it would hurt anything, and would most likely help myself in some way.

I'm not making any promises, though. I know no one will read this anymore, but perhaps in that I'll feel more free to write my true thoughts instead of trying to sanitize them for public consumption. But, we'll see. Let the games begin.
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