silence

lone figure landscapes: back to me (and facing eternity)

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dearest odyssians,

is there anything more mysterious than a lone figure in the distance of an eerily quite landscape with his back to the viewer… we think not. enjoy…

ok. this one isnt so eerie.. we agree. and we rather like the mellow color rainbow of the sky here too :)

now for the random mishmash of late night thoughts traversing odie mamas brain this eve:

odie wants to remind me that sometimes its ok being alone. really? i cant believe he wants to remind me of this. it should be me reminding him. after all  hes the one who’s never ok being alone. i leave the room and he comes running. (thats part of the reason i love him though, admittedly). Sometimes i hate being alone too, it must be said. but not as of late. No need for Odie to gently remind me that alone time (which is coming in spades) is the perfect time to work on my single number one important project, self improvement writing dialogue. my characters are researching the perfect murder. and how to commit it. they are advised by kind of person you can talk to about these things, who rather pointedly states there is no such thing as the perfect crime. there are just better ways to get the job done. and go shopping afterwards. guilt free. i would only write about such things if the words vengeance revenge justice and truth were also discussed at length. they are.

Ive moved past the stage where I no longer sit in a quiet room when alone and only think about where to find the “fix my life” magic potion/solution… thats the blessing of being olderyoung.  i like that word. i just made it up. “olderyoung”.  thats where im at. soon odie will be “olderyoung” too in  cat years. hes catching up fast. alas i digress from my point:

lonely in pictures, the absolute right pictures=visual magnificence!

and now it is time for the thai tea drinking pirate twins to sign off. hugs from us to you! and if youre feeling lonely in your hemisphere of the matrix here a real quick fix: face away from a mirror, wrap your arms around your back,  turn your head just enough so you can look at your reflection getting a hug**. you wont seem alone for a millisecond. it doesnt last long, but i did mention it was quick fix didnt i?

**any other self love you choose to indulge in is purely at your own risk/discretion. odie’s only guidance.. grab a soft blanket. with your teeth. yes. hes quite the active fellow in his (no walls or curtains or doors) bedroom sleeping chair when he finds the right material. he always finds the right material.

odie mama cant believe she just revealed that to you all. one of her jobs is discretion concerning odies most personal activities on this blog. good thing he cant read. well not that well..

happy safe and healthy hugs,

O and OM.

Nature landscapes: the silence.continuum

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Dearest odysdians,

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I want you to know that we know that they know that we know that your blogs are real. And I hope you feel the same about ours: the moments we’ve shared, the synaptic snaps, have been electric (at the least)
That counts for something.
For What are memories? What is history? How does the past exist? If not only in our thoughts.

♡ o and om

Nature landscapes: moments in silence

eyes Of Odysseus 1000 words, dark + serious alert, depressed, dreamscapes, odie certified , , , , , , ,

Dearest odyssians,

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lately the wind to blog has been,taken out of me and odie..
someone once told me that it was in these moments one,needed to blog the most:for happiness for perseverance for sanity.
well, Here we are. Face to face with the matrix via Samsung cellphone virtualkeyboard. None of this blog is real. Just ones and zeros unseen untouched flying through the air… Tomorrow.a kill switch.could end my year of blogging. And it would be as if it never existed. Yet we blog nonetheless.
Im always Wondering why Keanu never asked, “what happens if I take both pills”
For..cant one live in the.fantasy of the false world while knowing the horrors of the reality? That.cozy.safe spot ; a mellowing haze of opiates damping the screams of the dying?
Is that not what some of us choose to do everyday? Is that not.what most of us choose to.do everyday. Living bandaid to bandaid..
The fear of having its camouflage flesh torn off, revealing the jagged unhealed wound underneath is unbearable isnt it.
Better the remain silent. Easier to
Hide behind moments of silence.

♡ o and om