TRUTHSPEAKER by Mgap

I think I feel that this time it's different. Everything about you wants to stimulate my senses, something so intoxicating happens in your kisses, Lithium Lips, it's those lithium lips.

 

Mac Lethal

a little over a year since i last updated this thing, and as much as i constantly tell myself that ive outgrown livejournal, i keep coming back to it. I've been posting privately, secretly, on and off, because i feel there are some things that I no longer need to share with the world, and also because Ive developed many other outlets for sharing secrets, ideas and crafts.

So, If you miss me:

go to Stealthlikeninja.com

because I miss you too.

Something possesed me to completely revamp my livejournal. I mean, I've had this thing forever. Literally. This blog is the start of it all, so why neglect it?

Anyways, thank you friends I've had forever. You know who you are.

I realize that I've been neglecting some of my old livejournal friends, and since i installed the ShareThis application on my blog, that i use it to let you guys know when I've made a post that is worth a damn.

To start off this new trend of mine, below is a link to one of my latest entries, letting you all know about the wonderful things I have done, that you haven't.

Lots of new developments in my life. and you can see them here: News: Me! Me! Me!

Also, if you have blogger account of your own, or any blog for that matter, let me know. I write a lot, and to do that I have to read a lot. lets share.

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OMFG! I just realised I have not updated this since people stopped clapping and Tinkerbell died... You would not believe how insane my life has become. I prostrate myself in sorrow and beg thy forgiveness.. sry weird mood.

I am absorbed with finding Jesus (after someone told me he was lost), selling my soul to Google, writing for the Orlando Weekly and URB magazine, designing and re-designing my website, learning to get my CSS correct, and just generally being a slave to society in general, my day is filled with fluorescent light from sun-up till I run out of alcohol. I am totally exhausted. I need a nap. bad.

I swear on the bones of my ancestors I will try to remember my livejournal password more often in future, even if its just to pop in to let you know that I have something mind blowing up on my blog, such as this post. Honestly! Unless of course the pool with the cocktail bar is heated! Then you're screwed.

Missing me bloggy?

Ive moved, kind of. Ill still post shit here now and then, so no freak out necessary, but mostly, when you feel lonely and need a little tickle from your favorite big mouthed fucker, you can get your fix of melo (that's me!) HERE.

I still love livejournal, and I'm never deleting it, and i swear, right here and right now, that i will be more actively involved with it, esp since my myspace, lately, seems to be boring me. Plus, using blogger to upload shit and post lots of images and pictures just works a little better for.


see you around, ya?

Toodles

"I wish you would stop working" says my boss.

great work ethics around here.

p.s.
apparently im fired too.

I have been nurturing a plant. This plant is a small weak specimen. It requires support, both at the base and at its leaves, in order to continue to grow. Its branches are weak but resilient, and are heavily weighed down by the amount of dust and dirt that constantly builds up on its large waxy leaves. Its trunk is narrow, and although the fibers are strong enough to support the blooming mass of foliage above it, they bend and exert themselves with every movement of the leafage.

This plant seems as though it may not make it, it is so weak and ill supported. But day after day, week after week, i have sat here and watched at what was, at first the emergence of a tiny shoot, a pale jade stump through the dark fertile dirt. The shoot was active and quickly sprouted branches, short and flexible, reaching towards the sky. But quickly the pace at which this hopeful majesty was growing hastened, and i would sit by the stump and urge it along, fearing the end of at any moment.
Yet the months past, and the shoot did not die. It pushed on though at a pace so slow; it seemed to be weary of the very dirt that held it, critical of the roots that held it down.

Nearly half a year later, this plant is still attempting to thrive. It faces a new challenge daily, whether it be a cold, a heat wave, or a drought, it pushes on. Clinging hopefully to the ground, it continues to awe me.

I can’t actually believe this has lasted this long but remain so very glad it has. I don’t really know what to make of it most days, or how to really take it in, but, its real and it is now a big ole chunk of me. Regardless, I never thought I would pull for something so strongly and be met with such resistance.