Behold the Power of Thor!

So my friend's anemic, hemophiliac dog came over to play today. The memory card in my little camera (not the Sony!) decided to fritz on me, and didn't save the shot properly. With a little cropping and a LOT of re-coloring, I was able to fix the picture. Unfortunately, the camera caught a little of the Norse god trapped in this cute little puppy....

Okay, so here's what he looks like when he's not being all-powerful & god-ish.

And.. Just for the record, here is a shot of Thor, Norse God of Thunder and Jack, the god of... um... well... the God of Joe! Locked in mortal combat...

KLR Therapy

It was truly a beautiful day for a little KLR therapy. We left the house pretty early and met up with the rest of the mob down in Hoquiam, WA. A quick re-fuel for all parties (bikes included), and we were off! We got to chill on the beach for a while (where the pic above was taken). From there we headed out to Forks, home of the Twilight phenomena. If you don't know, don't ask. If you really want to know, google is your friend. Then a quick stop in Clallam Bay to rest a bit, and we tackled highway 112 between Clallam Bay & Joyce. Always a blast, it was just as fun this time as it has been in the past.

Around 330 miles all told. Got to finish the last Bartimaeus book, rock out to Green Day, and even started another book! Being confined inside a helmet for most of a day has a calming, reflective effect that I've sort of forgotten since last summer.

the voices and the songs

Sometimes, I get so lost in the voices in my mind (internal dialog, not a psychiatric episode... mostly), that I forget the rest of the world. I don't see the TV, or hear the music, or the other people. I'm not sure if this is a good or a bad thing.

Sometimes, I get so lost in the music (either in my head or for real), that I can't hear the voices. I'm guessing... If I could ever find a balance between those two.. It might be something.

I'm not quite sure what, but something.

Haunted and Hunted

Haunted and hunted by questions and what ifs, secrets and lies, troubled truths, and unanswered why's. Nobody seems to know, and whoever knows doesn't care. I know I'm not supposed to look, but I can't help but stare. I'm fragile, broken, bent and bruised, crumpled up and thrown away, useless and used. Fucked up in the head, troubled heart and soul, living but already dead, filled past empty but never full. I'm a troubadour who's lost his voice. The words come and go but don't speak to me and I don't know why. I lie there confused, staring at the ceiling, searching for the sky. Where is this going? Are we already there? It's déjà vu. I've already come and gone, and I don't know where.

Hope for the worst, plan or the best. Everything is what it is. Is this a game, or is it a test? Am I winning or losing, is anyone keeping score? What are the rules? What's the point? Does it fucking matter anymore? Turn up the music, turn the world down. The songs all know me, and comfort me when everyone's around. Eventually the impossible becomes the inevitable. The unstoppable object moves the unmovable force. Whatever has happened will happen, and what was will never have been. You killed what I believed in, and undone things that never happened. The past isn't what it never was, and it will never be that way again.

You can't be mine without me. I'm not strong enough to hold you, and I'm too weak to let you go. There's so many things I never want to tell you, and so many secrets you should know. I can close my mouth, but you can read my eyes. See my empty soul, my deepest secrets and my
darkest lies.

Rambling thoughts, running words, dreams and lines. I've over run my pen, and over stayed my time.

Another Day - Another Dog Pic

Nothing exciting to write about - but I thought I'd share another picture of the mutt...