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Blog: Crowley K. Jarvis

Something most people find shocking for whatever reason. They react as if I just admitted to being a Nazi. Since everyone's talking about it, why not? Here's my short ass stand on it. I agree with many others that a two party system is bullshit. Why must it always come down to two?When was the...
I wanted to write something witty or original and lost the determination to do so. The last year has felt longer than my entire life before it and yet has passed more quickly. It's not even the year that matters. Seven more months to be 21 in this god forsaken country. My writing has all but...
Everything in the last two years has exploded in my face, save a few high points. I no longer have the means to stay positive. I'm sorry I never finished school early and skipped grades and went to a university. Sorry that I haven't memorized a bunch of trivial knowledge from books. Sorry I...
Hoo boy. Introspection! Hurrah. Human beings do too much of this crap. Way too much. Hmm. I'm tired again. I don't mean physically tired. Mentally. Er... metaphorically? Tired of doing the same things. Tired of seeing the same people.This is the price of a calm life. I had trouble. It's gone...
Ahh the joys of the human experience. As strange as the concept of consciousness is, I would like to think that, in some ways, it can be tied to our thought patterns. If we spend years in a certain state of mind, pondering similar things, doing the same activities, forming habits... those...
If you had power, what would you use it for? Could you really say you would help others with it? I think I am a good person, but only in the context of my physical and mental limits. If I were impossibly strong, or could blow things up with my mind, I can't really say I would do anything...
Hm, let's see, let's see.... Sometimes I feel like I'm the only calm person in the world. Maybe it's because almost everyone I meet lives in such a constant state of worry. They act as if life is a constant migraine that they must suffer through. Good days come and they might seem alright...
"Hey, Jadon!" Called a woman's voice on my left. I had been sound asleep. Was it a dream? Scared me out of my wits. I looked at the clock. Almost four AM. Why did it sound so familiar? It was, as if, in the brief moment I was still asleep, I knew who it was that called me. But the very...
I've been smokeless, dry, and without... many other things, for days now. And no, not any illegal substances! Yesterday was the angriest I've ever been since I've been on medication. In the end, it will be better for me. But I didn't expect such a strong withdrawal. But nah, I'm not...
'I will die alone.' A morbid thought. A few humans will have this thought at some point or another. Those of us who have many people in our lives need not worry about dying alone. You might die in a hospital surrounded by people who care about you.Even if you die in some freak accident...
Ever had problems with your Gall Bladder? If it stops functioning, or that poison crap it has leaks, you're in trouble. I think, metaphorically, everyone has those things. Filtered out and repressed, but invisibly present. It does nothing but hurt you, and yet we'll go so far as to draw it out...
Don't expect anything emotional here. I enjoy how people assume that faith is blind. Illogical. For the most part I have avoided directly stating what I believe here, but I see no harm in sharing it. I thought I'd do so in blog form. Please do not assume I'm trying to convince anyone of...
How many days has it been since I've had a real conversation? With someone outside of work that is. Sure, you can talk to someone while you both work, but eh. It's different. Online is different. I live with people who only speak to me out of necessity. I don't blame them. I need to stop...
So I'm figuring out how to use this wacom tablet. I'm also listening to writing-based lectures. And I'm wondering what second language I want to learn. I forgot how annoying learning was. I have distant memories from my early, EARLY childhood. Just a few.Learning was fun. Learning to speak...
There's a reason I don't have face-to-face conversations about it with people. Something based almost entirely on theory, and yet obsessed over the smallest bit of physical evidence. What gets me is that many speak of the big bang as it if it were fact. If the observable universe is so...
I have a general theory on how a powerful being can be created. So, uh, here it is. According to fiction, as I have gathered, aside from specific forms of energy, most humans or humanoid creatures have base energy types that the body generates and maintains in a small field. Physical, mental...
For certain kinds of people... there is no form of motivation more effective than competition. A challenge. An opponent. Someone who, in some way, has either implied, shown, or given you reason to feel that they are better than you at something, or succeeding in some way or another that you...
I have been told that keeping a journal (Well diary, but I prefer the more masculine word journal...) can help you get in the habit of writing your thoughts and improve your descriptions. It feels less important if you type it... but... if I use a physical journal... I have way too much to...
The first. A dream I have had five times. A girl. Any girl. Someone I know. Someone close. A large colonial-style white house with pillars and a garage sits on top of a hill in grassy plains surrounded by a forest.I'm meeting her wealthy parents, who have a bunch of vehicles, electronics, etc...
I realized a while ago that I'm mortally terrified of going blind. My hearing is fine. Selective, because I tune things out, but I can hear when I focus. My vision has always been 20/20. I can see every color perfectly. Darkness has always scared me. Not darkness itself, but, what could be...

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