Facebook?

Well – I am finally on Facebook. You can find me there at:

 https://www.facebook.com/georgina.garrastazu

I don’t know what the heck I’m doing there, but I hope to connect with many of you there and figure it out eventually. On the almost plus side – you can see my mug there and know who leaves those weird messages on your blog posts 🙂

Crap I Write at Night

A certain camper has insinuated that I’m a slacker blogger. He’s so right. I don’t like blogging very much and prefer to spend time at other people’s blogs.  In the interest of seeing what I can get away with, the following are my night journal notes:

 

Let’s see what I can do since I can hardly see what the fuck I’m doing. It’s easy if you aren’t paying attention.

I pen this by the light of the moon. Literally. Wooh wooh.

 

Matter

The encasing of infinity

Cells fall

Replaced with impermanence 

Physical manifestation of infinity

Change itself

 

Storm

Frisson of knowing

The chilling blow

Hurricane comes

But what of the knowing?

 

Winds Blow

Me to you

Air at my back

Without my volition

Yet with my every intention

 

The Din

How can I hear the roar

Earth in speed

Void of sound

Echoing atmosphere

Weighted waves

Above this noisy world?

 

The triple-headed goddess has four nipples?

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Don’t ask!

 

She Wants To Live and She Swears

Video

Five people
In an open room
Three conspirators
A secretary
Two lawyers
A witch laughs
Next to Death
Fanged heat
For the three
Do not know
He is here
Just for her
To tempt her
Red stem pours
Lust and magic
Flowing into fate
Now three are prey
Into the hall of terror
Into the cold and lassitude
Everyone is loved
By someone

Hey Mr/.Ms. Judgmental

Next time you feel like judging anyone’s past, look at your own past and present and then contemplate your own future. Your time would be better spent. Unless they’re harming others, grab a mirror and realize that we are all in this world together and Death will likely touch us all. Your judgments are no shield to him. You waste your time. 

Tip: If you need to get some info from someone, better be prepared to stoop to their level. The price? Decide.

Hunting giants led to gold-slayed monsters. 

What to do? What to do? Help!

Okay – the books about to happen. I’ve been asked to supply a picture for the back cover. That scares me because I’m a pretty private recluse who likes a hefty load of solitude. Plus, it has been a really good time having the male name of George Flores. Also, my father feels like bragging to his buddies about the daughter who writes and wants me to put in our family name, which is Basque, as my name. It’s making me feel like a hermit crab being dragged from it’s shell into another.

Should I put the picture on the back cover?

Should I give in to my father’s wishes?

Help me out here folks…