time for redirection

new website!! is located @ http://skeletonhorse.com/

only in the darkness can we see the light.

i can't remember why.

in the fall i tend to feel like im always falling down. during the autumn nights i realize why i want to live, yet i find the root of my sadness and inspiration here. i am learning that one must have the salt with the sugar. in the bittersweetness of my bi-polar depression, a clearer vision is created. the crispness and smokiness of fall awakens my spirit and makes me grateful for all those i love. i feel, or have noticed about myself that its always this time of year i get the most hopeless. not this time. i now understand that this is a disease, like any other, and it doesn't define me as the person i hope to be. i need to constantly remind myself that i am in charge of my life but the dark feelings inside never rest. annoying like a scratch you can't itch, its constantly on my mind weighing me down. i have found for me that the best way to live my life is doing what makes me happy. without my own happiness or zen i am worthless to anyone. If you get knocked down, crawl, but always progress to betterment.

nothing lasts forever

Back to the grind of otis I have found that truly my work keeps me happy and sane. I don't know if anyone else feels hesitant because I do. Maybe Im creating my own stress. Staying down is easy, pushing takes work. In lieu of one of my favorite quotes, "if it was easy then everyone would be doing it", I am trying to keep up. I have a wonderful family, friends and dogs that make me grateful everyday, grateful for each breath. In the darkness look for the light and follow it, you'll find yourself there.

"there's the sliver lining I've been waiting for," she whispered as she leaned in for a kiss.

"first day of class and I find joy in being crafty. I feel a new season coming on [autumn] and it turns me on. Fall is my favorite time of year; observing the death of excess, known as summer, the descent into the land of picked over dreams stamps out the warm fleeting feeling. like a diamond in cave, the memory of summer is only revealed when it is darkest to be held in the hands who love it most. picture wading in the remains of a wasteland of the destroyed cityscape. in disgust, i will take full advantage of the smoldering view trying to find a way through the rubble.  some say we live only once, right? because this time i am going face my fears and take the fall. fall into this feeling, with my true be-ing, failure or success, sugar with the salt.  this time is imperfect. standing up this time, for me and those whom i care i will take the initiative. supported by those who i love, i feel bolstered to take this plunge into the unknown, to find my confidence in facing the monster and pushing myself to never return, i fall into the light. what use are we if don't make sacrifices to better ourselves? what other beasts will i meet on this dark road?" -- Veronica Rolfo-Wylde

back to the grind...

let's party...

don't live in the future or past... live in the present!

those who love you will never leave...

stand up straight and walk away.

fly away.

fear is the root of all evil.

for your eyes only babydoll.

in the darkness can we only see the light that is hope.

tweet!

are you ready to get your butt kicked??

inducing your unconsciousness.

nurbs on dresses!

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inspiration for my new bible... thank you jesus.

Fashion: I am Fashion, your sister.

Death: My sister?

Fashion: Yes, don't you remember that both of us are daughters of Decay?

- Dialog of Fashion and Death

Experience is not what happens to a man. It is what a man does with what happens to him.

We crave release, but we refuse to release- and so long as we cling, we are bound.

I feel so much better since I gave up hope.

Concepts create idols; only wonder comprehends anything. People kill one another over idols. Wonder makes us fall to our knees.

Spirituality is not religion.

Spirituality is not therapy.

Unawareness is the root of all evil.

Good can be understood intellectually, but sweet is a sense experience which even a little child can appreciate.

To be humble is not to make comparisons.

 

 

Face the reality of your limitations. Confront your fear. Seek and Destroy.

bittersweet summer

Of late, I feel like I am stumbling onto a new journey I did not know I was to embark on. 

Everyday seems to hold the possibility of new adventures and of finding truths from within and the universe.

Maybe the thick air of summer is what gets me high these days like it did back then, and the air always brings me back to those happy times, shared with those of my youth. Always finding myself back in love with you, always finding it harder to tear myself away.

I keep myself busy with books, music and friends to be re-inspired by what I love most, love and darkness,  summer has been successful. 

vu dans...

The time has come," the Walrus said,

"To talk of many things:

Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--

Of cabbages--and kings--

And why the sea is boiling hot--

And whether pigs have wings."