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Death is only a horizon,
and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.
-Rossitor.W. Raymond



One crow sorrow
Two crows mirth
Three crows a joining
Four crows a birth
Five crows silver
Six crows gold
Seven crows a secret
Never to be told


curious life form(s) checking to see if I'm really insane

have now been mentally rearranged

It's not the size of the dog in the fight,
It's the size of the fight in the dog.


"I'll speak in riddles so you can understand
I'll draw in pencil so you can trace with pen"

"The International Person Of Mystery."
-My all mighty official title, courtesy of Fallen.


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"Slicker than an oil spill, and possibly just as deadly."
-Gloria's lovely words to describe myself.


"You're weird in a fun way."
-Andy, to me.


"You're the one I go and sit down cross legged before and say, "Master, what is the answer to..." "
Brooke, to me.


"I wouldn't say that there aren't exceptions to every rule. And if there were, you would be it."

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This is the "How I Goddamn Feel", section. Below is what you read if you're curious as to open the current emotional casket of Sevencrows. So do enjoy filling yourself with MY bitter feelings, and then, do go get some of your own.
Cheers.

What's currently rampaging around my mind:


The broken clock is a comfort
It helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow
From stealing all my time
I am here still waiting
Though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best
Like you've already figured out

I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
There is healing
In your name
I find meaning

The broken locks were a warning
You got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded
I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection
Inside of my eyes
That are looking for a purpose
They're still looking for life

I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain
Is there healing
In your name
I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on
(I'm still holdin')
I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

I'm hangin' on another day
Just to see what you will throw my way
And I'm hanging on to the words you say
You said that I will be okay

The broken lights on the freeway
Left me here alone
I may have lost my way now
Haven't forgotten my way home


(Lifehouse - Broken)




Nickname:

Everything else: A mystery. Wrapped in a riddle and cloaked in a conundrum.



"Death is a revolving door."

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"Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives."

"Train yourself to let go
of everything you fear to lose."

   


"Reality is instantaneous. There are no boundaries."

"Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape."


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It's sunday noon in my room
The wind is really rageing
Inside I'll hide in my tomb
And think of yesterday
Playing, in my room, in my room
I feel like a kite high in a tree
Is this where I'm supposed to be?
I wish I was a little boy
When love was taken care of
I know
I will say
Maybe today
It's sunday noon cocoon and heal
Oh no please don't throw me in the prior
When mothers made all the meals
And fathers built the fire
When will this feeling go away?
When will this feeling ever stay?
Maybe today
Maybe today
Now I'm not so mournful
As I sit and watch the wind blow
This place is my cathedral
And the choir's swaying just outside the window
Everyone needs a day to dream
Per chance
Today I have yesterday to tempt me
So come on put on your best dress and lets dance
For the chairs are all but empty
When will this feeling go away?
When will this feeling ever stay?
Maybe today
Maybe today
Maybe today


Maybe Today
Carbon Leaf



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Friday, June 20, 2008

I can take apart the remote control and I can almost put it back together

So I managed to successfully put my laptop out of commission.  Which would almost make for a rather amusing story, minus the fact that this is a tragedy.  But I'll dispense it anyway with hopes to prevent others from making the same mistake.

The formula is fairly simple:  Do not combine liquid with a laptop.

This is, of course, a no-brainer.  But when the liquid at hand is Rum, what happens is the no-brainer is transformed into you simply having no brains.  Mind you, I had them at the beginning - and as I set the bottle of fun, which is an ironic typo, excuse me, bottle of *rum*, down on the table beside Silas I said out loud to myself - "that's not a good idea" and moved the bottle away.  A premonition into the future.  Unfortunately not enhanced enough to pass along the real bad idea, which was being on the computer at all at that time.  Because after enough Rum it doesn't occur to you where you're putting the bottle anymore.  But ironically enough, not that I believe in irony, but the premonition of misfortune I'd had with the Rum stayed with me and in the end the Rum wasn't the culprit of death.  Because I was being careful with the Rum.  I wasn't being so careful with the beer.
Now, I don't remember exactly how this happened -
"I'm sure you don't," snickered someone I told this story to.
- all I remember is going "Oh shit!" and mopping up Silas.  My recollection of the beforehand only gets more snickers.  But it happened so I will tell.  Someone who wasn't there bumped me from behind causing me to lurch forward and knock my beer onto Silas.  I've seen people spill drinks that way in movies.  Only mishap being, I was alone.  But that's what I remember happening.

Now, having more alcohol in my system than he had currently leaking into his, I didn't respond intelligently.  Logic isn't something that comes with Rum.  After mopping up the main spill, it seemed perfectly brilliant to me to flip him upside down.  What didn't occur to me was to turn him off first.  To all of you listening out there, that is always the FIRST thing you do if you spill liquid on your laptop.  Turn it off as fast as you can and also remove the battery.  Don't wait for a start menu shutdown, do it manually.  Losing whatever documents & data you had open or were working on at the time is better than losing your whole computer.  If you leave it on you will do what I did and short circuit your system.  Immediate shutdown will most likely save your pc's life.  No electricity, no currents to take advantage of the liquid at hand.  After it is off, flipping it over is okay.
But as mentioned, my thinking ability was off on the islands so I followed no such process.  And turning a laptop over and leaving it while it is still on is a very bad thing.  And that's when it's otherwise okay.  Add liquid and you're creating a real problem for yourself, and a casket for your laptop.  But it's what I did, and the results were catastrophic.  After much flashing of going-gone going-gone going-gone, some 72 hours later Silas' struggle finally came to an end and I ended up with the black screen of death.  He put up quite a fight, something I never should have inflicted on him, I feel very poor.  And he's still fighting to a degree.  I'd say he's just in coma now.  I still get a signal when I hit the on button, he just remains the black screen of death often accompanied by his fan.  But at least I know there's still hope.  He's a hardy little bugger.  And I'm not about to give up on him.  It's true what they say - 'if you want it bad enough...'

Time wasn't on my side, but I gave him the week off and then today busted him open.  It was like doing surgery on a loved one.  Not as terrifying as I'd thought it would be but just as emotional.  I cleaned him out the best I could, removing also a dead moth.  I don't know if my work will revive him, but it's all I can do for now.  I have to wait until he dries before I can put him back together and turn him on to see if he's alright.  If not, then I'll have to dig further into him for a more thorough cleaning.

Everyone send your prayers and jou jou his way.

Luckily I've discovered that I am not the first person to do this.  Just typing the words laptop and "oh shit" into the search bar brings up hundreds of other poor sods with their laptops who have also suffered the same fate.

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On a slightly similar subject, to all of my Msn buddies who last saw me suddenly disappear that night -
I found it marvelously intriguing that you all assumed it was *your* Messenger malfunctioning.  As if nothing could go wrong with anything on Seven's end.  Mates, I hate to break it to you... lol.  I got numerous emails that night with subject lines such as "I hate msn sometimes", "msn sucks", etc.  Nearly all of you actually reinstalled your Messenger for me as well.  All I can say to all that is Wow and thank you for all the dedication.  But the fault was not on your end, and I thought you should know.
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When I mentioned the death of Silas to someone today, their response was a very serious -
"Oh my god.  I'm surprised you haven't hung yourself in the barn or something."

Gee.  Thanks.

Don't worry, there's still time!


I chased my mind at 02:57 pm with Sevencrows

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July 22, 2008   04:43 PM PDT
 
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