Cowgirl in the Sand

The things you choose not to do become their own reality?

Okay, I’m just being ostentatious. There is no such thing as reality or time? No, time is real because it’s a construct of reality and if time is real, then simply being real means reality. Fuck, I’ve messed it all up. Time is a human construct? So humans create reality. We all create our own reality. Does that mean two beings can not possibly share the same reality? It’s all about perspective. Are you confused? Because I am. Confused is my perspective.

To the point…

I’m starting this blog because none of you have any clue about what is going on with me and generally neither do I…so this will be good for us both. There are a handful of people that I miss like crazy, but never speak to…you know who you are. There are even more of you who I see all the time, but share nothing with. Sue me. I don’t know what’s going to come out or how much of it I’ll regret, but I don’t have much to loose. So, what the hell? If you don’t like it, don’t read it. If you give a shit, come around for a gander.

Tonight’s not the night for me to start spilling my guts, but this is your fair warning.

"Language, she said, was just our way to explain away the wonder and the glory of the world. To deconstruct. To dismiss. She said people can't deal with how beautiful the world really is. How it can't be explained and understood." –Chuck Palahniuk