December 12, 2001 by Sciri

I am disturbed.

So does the man realize that he is afraid? How many times will the thoughts pound through his mind before denial evaporates and fear takes over. For that fear drives him and it is dangerous when drive is not understood. This is the way of his path. This is the path of his pain. This [...]

December 12, 2001 by Sciri

I can’t feel my soul.

Chaos brings things together in such a way that I cannot believe they are random. For this reason to hold true, many constants must unify in motion. Such an interaction requires heartfelt thought, desire and an honest desire to create. These are the things to which I devote myself.

December 12, 2001 by Sciri

Does your stomach respect you?

Thousands of takeout mothers swarm in their sport utility vehicles each day. Children laugh and play as pound after pound of greasy sludge is ingested. Standing in line for sub par food is a daily occurrence as the media brainwashed gleefully purchase the value meal that they are hopelessly loyal to. Convenience is the prime [...]

December 12, 2001 by Sciri

What is that white buzzing?

The constant chatter of ignorance eats away at the hairs in my inner ear. It takes a lot to annoy me, but this time she has gone too far. Many people are unintelligent, and that is fine, but there is absolutely no excuse for stupidity. Ignorance for the sake of simplicity of life should be [...]

December 11, 2001 by Sciri

Where are my shoes?

Things change. They always do. For as sure as the night sky glistens with infinite points of light, I will look back at myself and realize that I have not become what I had expected. For that is not a bad thing, only the sweet realization of reality. And now, encapsulated within this reality, I [...]