Return to Revned

There is something about coming back to a one room apartment that lacks finess. Leaving the comforts of family company and the hospitable accomodations is one shame among many. The freedom of solitude however, is a positive and much needed respite.

Werewolphilip. system crash.

Much art must be done. If I have not posted any new art, ask me, bug me, pester me about it. Request a million ideas and you shall recieve at least one. Now I am off to feed my head and see what I can create. Unfortunately, the werewolf picture I created, became void with the crashing of my computer at the very end of making it. How inappropriate of my computer to destroy something so TOTALLY AWESOME! stupid computer. I keep hoping it will magically pop up somewhere because it was that awesome...unfortunately, not.

Bedbugs inhabit my bed. Phil them till they're dead.

Anytime someone tells another person that they have bed bugs, we always think of that ye olde motherly phrase "Sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite." Then the lights go out and the child tingles with every sensation in his blanket, scared to death of every itch and wayward hair. But they have been a serious issue for many and now for me ever since I have moved to the city. It took me long enough, without knowing the right people to have suggestions from, but a remedy is on its way I hope. A whole week of vacationing and I came back the first night to doing battle in my own bed with twenty plus bed bugs unafraid of my open slaughtering spree. I did manage to read "number the stars" until 2 a.m. because of them, and I would rather read a good book than sleep, but responsibilities must be maintained. Now many may have heard of this but I find it intriguing to have discovered the information last night. Diatomaceous earth is basically dirt. But it's special dirt from fossils of seaplants that are microscopically sharp and slice any bugs body up that dares walk across it until it bleeds to death, or shred their insides if ingested. Humans and animals aren't really threatened by the soil. Wish me luck on my dirty adventure. If this blog is deleted, we will all know the defeat I have yet again suffered.

Thanksgiving week. Philled with Nothing.

In the end I had cabin fever. Trapped without my solitude, and exposed to all my worldly belongings, I am forced without transportation to belittle my time and efforts in a single space in time. I have tried and to no avail did any matter come from my rumaging and lazing. Fine dining and good company have overstayed, or understayed as I currently welcome their hospitality. Upon my return home I shall have to imagine looking back and discreetly remarking "Gobble. Gobble."

The Journey Home

The story of Father and Son
is older than my very own.
From creation to the setting sun
A journey all embark upon
Two serpents much like nomads are
Must venture very very far
And when the journey home concludes
They find their home suits cloaks and hoods
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Open Wide

Salutations.

I have not lost my child within. I have not lost my hope. My blind faith from childhood has turned into observations of truths. I create so my mind may be free. I believe that my soul may fly. I write so my heart can sing.

Open your eyes,
Rest your lips,
Phil the Mouth