The Warmest of Blankets is Six Feet of Soil





I don't even know where I'm going any more.
I'm content to sit and just let most things pass by.
Either way,
I'm Tori. It's a pleasure to meet you.
I tend to quote Protest the Hero to much.
I'm a decent girl, tend to speak my mind.
I'm way to physical and like to rough house.
Whether you stay a few or turn and walk away,
I'd say the time is worth it to get to know me.

Got lots of magic. Felt like a draft. Haha. And I went to see my favorite play in the city. Hell yeah!

That song…

A song I dedicated to an ex has played on the radio 3 times so far at my job today. I haven’t heard it since I played it to him. GRRR

mtgfan:

When someone is about to combo off and a counterspell war starts.

Narcissistic Cannibal…Love this song…

Don’t wanna be sly and defile you
Desecrate my mind and rely on you
I just wanna break this crown
But it’s hard when I’m so run down

And you’re so cynical, Narcissistic Cannibal!
Got to bring myself back from the dead!

Sometimes, I hate, the life, I made
Everything’s wrong every time
Pushing on I can’t escape
Everything that comes my way
Is haunting me taking its sweet time

Holding on I’m lost in a haze
Fighting life to the end of my days

Don’t wanna be rude but I have to
Nothing’s good about the hell you put me through
I just need to look around
See that life that has come unbound

And you’re so cynical, Narcissistic Cannibal
Got to bring myself back from the dead

Sometimes, I hate, the life I made
Everything’s wrong every time
Pushing on I can’t escape
Everything that comes my way
Is haunting me taking its sweet time

Sometimes, I hate, the life I made
Everything’s wrong every time
Pushing on I can’t escape
Everything that comes my way
Is haunting me taking its sweet time

Holding on I’m lost in a haze
Fighting life to the end of my days

Holding on I’m lost in a haze
Fighting life to the end of my days

Abscond

This is a poem I wrote close to seven years ago. 

The stench of life in a sea of decay,
A shattered home, rebuilt in lies.
Heartfelt apologies mean nothing now, in this land enveloped in shadow.
Working, ever pushing, wanting freedom, gaining…
-More bars to this cell, erected with anger.
Anguish to the byproduct of times and laughs, once passed.
Not with her.
But with she.
The first.
The better.
Not her.
Dangle the strings, latch them to him.
He’s hers now, she holds the operating cross.
Playing his life, like a simple game, taking all, leaving none.
Let them fend, let them deal, they need not be a part.
No one wants to look at the past.
No one wants to look at them.
They don’t want to look at her.
They don’t want to admit defeat.
In the battle, already fought.
Victory already claimed.
Sweet salvation, impossible to attain.
Wait, hold on, don’t give in.
Victory may be lost, but escape, freedom, are not.
Not yet. Not quite.
Follow the path to the city of lights and sound.
Away from the faults and cracks, the anguish of daily life.
Away from the servitude of one enslaved.
Contradictory? Yes.
False? No.
Burning with fire, passion, and rage.
Holding on, revenge a tastly thought.
Hope not yet broken.
Lives not yet conquered.
Move fast! Leap forward young ones!
Take the hand, it’ll lead you through.
Follow the signs along the path.
Follow them and find…
-That place of neverending light.
Ever resonating sound.
Where hope and fear become one.
A place for they, who don’t belong.
A place for they, slaves to him-her-one in the same.
The sevants of a slave.
To get away, and rest in peace.
Live in harmony, with others like them.
Away from cruelty.
Away from truculent lashes of sharp words off a bitter tongue.
Away from sadness.
Hiding their faces from the happieness of those they should be.
But they aren’t are they?
They’re different.
But not sorrowful.
Not mourning in dispair.
Not hopeless.
But strong.
Unwilling to yield to the demon hiding in that home.
Unwilling to give in.
They will never surrender.
And in this city, of hopes and dreams seem just in reach.
And evil-the vehement evil of a broken home.
Seems so distant-just out of reach.
Put away beyond the lids of dreaming sleep.
As if a nightmare long forgotten.
That’s what it should be,
Yet sadly.
That nightmare-that nightmare is their life.

Sitting at work right now, lost my job due to calling out on Tuesday. But the good news is I was called back for a new job earlier. Pays better (and actually on the books). Plus it’s in merchandising which I absolutely love!!

Christmas present, shooting time, Thor, my kitty, more selfies, my handsome nephew, my campaign and my World of Warcraft Mega Blocks(don’t judge!) 

Doodling of my Dungeons and Dragons character, more prize winnings and finds at card stores, my house over 100 years ago, Steve and I going out. My adorable cat! 

We threw a neon dance party last month. It was amazing! We also bought a box of Rise of the Eldrazi in Portugese and I opened Emrakul in the second pack. HELL YEA! Oh and we enjoy hoarding Mind Seize. My little nephew is getting big and my cat is fat and lazy! Plus, my best friend has been so awesome to me lately!

Update time! I’m still with my wonderful boyfriend. And I’m still bat shit crazy. =] Life is good. 

I got a little bored!

I got a little bored!

Theros! Played in the 2hg. Bad ruling on one game knocked us from first to third. :( still was lots of fun. We both had solid decks.

Theros! Played in the 2hg. Bad ruling on one game knocked us from first to third. :( still was lots of fun. We both had solid decks.