Welcome once again dear reader, to the one and only Rachel Mays little world in this play, the marionette that performs forced pirouettes on this grand stage, my mind pulling the strings in a grand display, running and sprinting between thought and idea as yours truly tries to desperately pluck them before they reach the ether. But enough stylistic prelude, dear reader, after all thats not what yo... » Continue Reading
The burning fire that brings you to madness, a pen in hand and a knife in the other, digging into your soul Greetings, dear reader: It is I once again, Rachel Rosethorn. Please, try to ignore the cracks and holes in my mind, I hope one day to get them filled. Take a seat, would you like tea? Or do you prefer coffee? Water, maybe? What have you came for, dear reader? Conversation, perhaps? Thought?... » Continue Reading
Welcome one, welcome all, to another postess by your hostess with the mostess, Rachel May! Today, dear reader, yet again we have something very different! We will be discussing video games, and more particularly, a video game very important to me, Fallout 3. When it comes to video games, I mainly play more artsy stuff, or anime games, really Fallout 3 should theoretically be the opposite of the ki... » Continue Reading
every side has 2 coins, a glass is always part empty and part full. We ourselves are but two, in turn Ethos (Rachel Rose) Welcome, dear reader: the storm of ideas have been brewing in my brain, and subsequently in my little corner of the internet, but it seems to be missing something. Sure, there are many thoughts. There are many discussions. Even, many interesting conclusions. Might I ask, dear r... » Continue Reading
Welcome, dear reader! Welcome to Rachel Mays Cavalcade of Small Desires, or as otherwise called flights of fancy in another world. You see; Ive been suffering from writers block. It sure may not be the happiest little ailment, but it in fact gave me an idea: how about, just for tonight, lets let the mask slip a little bit, shall we? After all life cant just be attitudes and platitudes, Im a pretty... » Continue Reading
a cracked record repeats and a cracked record repeats and a cracked record repeats and a cracked record repeats Death is but the end of life, and life is but a beginning to death. Neither are more or less important, but rather is just a concept that was created to explain the in between, something which we call existence. We as humans do everything we possibly can do to fill this existence, a void... » Continue Reading
The stage opens for endless opportunity, and will close when infinity is met Dear reader, today is a day i would not like to propose questions: but rather a thought. Of this grand play we call the world, of this beautifully told, disgusting, innocent, cruel, world we call our home. In the beginning of it all, this grand play began, in its infancy slowly, building to its most intense climax: humani... » Continue Reading
He who is above, the truest form of us, pure yet angry. I dont particularly believe in God. I dont believe that the world is without mysticism, but I do not believe in the Christian God. I do believe, however, that a belief in God can be a fantastic thing for people to become better, to strive for betterness, if only the concept wasnt coopted by those who want to use the message to spread hate. Wh... » Continue Reading
day in, day out, the constant pirouettes of the same days exhaust even the finest of dancers First of all , dear reader, I would like to raise an apology for my absence . I got caught up in the constant day to day of life and mainly just worked, listened to music, played the occasional video game, read a little , exactly what someone may expect from a gal like mines little life. My slice of purgat... » Continue Reading
If an untidy space means an untidy mind, does that mean that an empty space maens an empty mind? I am not an organized person. I am, in fact, in quite a cluttered space as I am writing this. A clean space, mind you, just full of a lot of trinkets and plushes and things Ive picked up over the years. It has very little coherency and the only semblance of organization is books, games, and other thing... » Continue Reading
The stage is set for your debut, acting your heart out for those you do not know I want to be seen as cute, somewhat. Now, that may be surprising with my pretentious, semi-long ramblings about things like "the point" and the melancholy of spring, but its true. Even I am not immune of the constant striving for a vision of myself. I wear things like perfume (always) and light makeup (sometimes) sole... » Continue Reading
A central figure, the place to be, the apex, the reason. What is "the point?" I went to work today, and the point was to receive monetary incentive. The point of monetary incentive is to receive goods, and from there it begins to split. To pay bills, to get food, to live, essentially. What is the central point of everything? Is there even a reason to think about things such as "the point?" Its som... » Continue Reading