"That is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange æons even death may die." from Call of Cthulhu by HP Lovecraft.

2 AM. Still not tired and still ... not able to write in the journal for mxgirl. Not sure why. Just too ... relaxed to. Odd.

continues his Insomnia story. No, that's not the title, think of it as a "codename". Hey, I'm making this shit up as I go along. Dammit.

Need to "rework" some of BrokenHelix. Started off in a direction too soon. But more on the way soon.

his 500 word horror story. Ok, it's not bloody or gory like I was shooting for, but it was a "run with it" story.

Bring on the Zombie Apocalypse dammit! I wanna do some shootin'! Good night world. Enjoy your love and freedom, don't take them for granted.

Ok, it's passed 2:10 AM ... time for bed. "BrokenHelix" got some work, but other than that, no other writing for tonight. Wore = wore out.

Circle Journey Journals = a great idea! Good products too. Want to keep in touch with someone far away from

Still rolling out BrokenHelix in tiny bits! Check it out. Weirder and weirder, I tell you.

Why is there a guy from Afghanistan who is a fan, yet his Plurk has NOTHING in it. Not only is that odd, for me, but kinda creepy.