Introspection
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What Kind Of Energy
My mind is always pulsing with something. I get angry a lot because I don’t always do what I’m supposed to because of it. Being inspired supercharges my brain batteries. Music adds a shot of adrenaline. I can see a story in almost anything. I’m not even joking. If I wanted, I could pen a… Continue reading
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Empty… And Tasteless
My life wouldn’t have the colors and flavors that music brings. My imagination is sparked by music too, so my life would be very boring. Quiet, empty, boring, colorless, odorless and flavorless. Music isn’t only heard… it’s also felt. Especially the percussion session. ~J. Lyst Continue reading
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So… I Have An Idea… It’s A Scary Idea… But It’s MY Idea
I went and purchased a copy of my own book… with the idea that I’ll re-read and rewrite it. I wish I could share the name and whatnot on my blog, but my actual name is tied to it. And… so is my address. XD Not saying that any of my readers would do me… Continue reading
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To Have No Name
9:58PM – 10:33PM Strange day. Very so. I have a decision that needed to be made. Since I came to a solution, I will say that my relief’s in sight. When seeking friendship, it is best to work along with those whose values align with your own. I do my best. To pull myself out… Continue reading
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Theraphy
I started off because I needed to record my thoughts down. I didn’t do well with the paper journals. My first actual “blog” was on DeadJournal. Then LiveJournal. I tried “blogger.” With WordPress, I had a penname that wasn’t an embarrassment. So while I still have a desire to record my thoughts… and have the… Continue reading
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My Mother’s Name Was Donna
You know… I was just talking about this in the car with a friend today. Years ago, I did an interview of my mom for an assignment. When I mentioned to my aunt that I was going to interview my mom, she asked: “Why her? I’m smarter than her!” My response? “While you just might… Continue reading
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Holding On
Tuesday Somewhat Cloudy 8/26/2025 9:47am-9:58pm Not sure what I should say. I have an infuser full of Dragon Pearl tea… and an entire house that needs cleaning. I have a state of mind to try and focus on. I feel a bit sad. Found old pictures of my cat Jeri. She was with me through… Continue reading
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Say It, Say It… Softly
I try to tell myself that I’m not sensitive. I am. I try to tell myself that I’m doing the best for myself by burying myself in my writing. Inaccurate. I thought I’d just be relieved to finish my latest chapter of NtC. 53 pages later, I am not. In fact, I’m more stressed out… Continue reading
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Chomp & Chewed
Since I’m extra, I would probably sell bread, preserves, cookies and short stories. Over time, I can see myself also selling framed water-colored paintings and inked, colorless sketches. I would eventually advance to selling sourdough bread and from that start selling sourdough veggie pizza. Then, would come the homemade butter and whipped cream. I might… Continue reading
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I’m Not That Bitter… An Apparent Storytelling Manifesto
So… I like to tell myself that I’m not angry or bitter over this, but the fact that I consulted Copilot on anything tells you something. I am sensitive about my writing at times and just want some reassurance. Unfortunately, none of my family or even friends are willing or able to provide that. I… Continue reading
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