|My mental absence is none of your concern.|
CastielFallen,Castiel by Noodle-Oak
Saving your grace,
I plummet toward divine imperfection.
I am weak, vulnerable, flawed - I'm human.
But, so are they, and still they fight.
It's insane, this plan of theirs.
We cannot possibly win.
A Writing Desk In Wonderland"How is a raven like a writing desk?" asks the Mad Hatter in Tim Burton's rendition of Alice in Wonderland. Alice looks at him, perplexed and we mirror her confusion. After all, there is no conceivable, visible, tangible correlation between the two. The Hatter himself admits that he "hasn't the faintest idea" what the two have in common. Yet, with a little imagination, one can see precisely how a raven is like a writing desk.A Writing Desk In Wonderland by Noodle-Oak
A child walking with his mother spots an injured raven and immediately rushes to it, thinking, as most children do, there must be something he could do to help. Before he reaches the bird, however, the child's mother scoops him up into her arms and steers him away. Why? "You don't know what diseases it has," his mother warns him. Though the bird is fine, there are hidden illnesses and defects the naked eye cannot see. Likewise, a writing desk carries many secrets he writer would prefer his readers never know, such as a little bottle of Jack or particularly graphic
Power of MUSICSo many other ideals float through this world, but none as powerful as music. Music calms the most infuriated individuals. Music energizes the tired and inspires the hopeless. Music frees the trapped emotions in our hearts. Music tells us stories long forgotten or newly imagined. From Mendelssohn to Metallica, Jason Aldean to Jay-Z, music combines melody, rhythm, harmony, and meaning to create a tune to carry in our hearts and minds.Power of MUSIC by Noodle-Oak
If music were a visual art, the first thing you would see is the melody. It rises above all else, soaring above rhythm and harmony to create a lasting impression on the ears of all who hear it. Melody is the crimson paint slashing through a vast black canvas. Melody is Hamlet, center stage, questioning his right to be. Melody is the focus of music in its technical form. A composer does not sit down and think of a rhythm or harmony when he or she sets out to create a new, original piece; he writes the melody.
For as intangible a concept as music
Bridge Over Troubled Water part 2Everyone needs something constant in their life, something to keep them grounded. For me, it's my baby. She's always been there for me, even before she was mine. When Sammy ran away for two weeks, I would escape the hard glares from Dad with her. When Sammy got so smacked up on blood that he couldn't think straight, she was there for me. When Dad died and I couldn't stand myself, she let me beat her and still remained for me. She is constant and she is home. She is mine and I am hers.Bridge Over Troubled Water part 2 by brody-lover
But she's not comforting me now. I am sitting on her hood, her heat coming through my jeans, she's trying to comfort me and I love her for it, but it doesn't work. I've had five beers and a third of a bottle of whiskey by now, yet I'm needy for more when I see Sammy walk towards me with a six pack in hand.
"Hey." Sammy says as he hands me the liquid bliss and climbs onto my baby. His shoes are filthy. Good. I can wash her later, and wax her. Maybe it will take my mind off of that idiot.
Stone ColdI am not very good at understanding humans. They think that we spend a lot of time watching them, but we really don't. I do not understand what I should and should not do. Dean tells me when I cross the line, but I am not always around him and things he does contradict his instructions at times.Stone Cold by brody-lover
I know that he doesn't like it when I interrupt his sleeping. He says that he needs it. He knows that I could make give him all of the benefits of a full night's sleep with a touch of my Grace, but he does not like that idea. I know that he doesn't like it when I watch him sleep either, but what else is there for me to do? I need his help but I can do nothing until he awakens. I have nowhere else to go
Sam is not here. He would know what to do. He is much easier to talk to and he does not mind being woken up as much as his brother. He could advise me as to what to do when Dean is resting.
Dean is shaking and I do not understand why. He is sleeping in the Impala, in the backseat, and his legs ar