Twin Eclipse's New Writeupshttp://everything2.com/?node=New%20Writeups%20Atom%20Feed&foruser=Twin Eclipse2001-01-09T02:28:27ZGod's Reply (idea)http://everything2.com/user/Twin+Eclipse/writeups/God%2527s+ReplyTwin Eclipsehttp://everything2.com/user/Twin+Eclipse2001-01-09T02:28:27Z2001-01-09T02:28:27Z<p align="center"> <b> GOD'S REPLY </b> <br>
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<p> I ASKED... <br>
<p> "<a href="/title/What+is+the+truth%252C+God">What is the truth, God</a>?" And then, I stood in a wretched, <a href="/title/utter+silence">utter silence</a>. I stood blank, oddly staring out at the <a href="/title/ocean+of+possibilities">ocean of possibilities</a> and answers that I could recieve. My mind raced with ideas, concepts, <i> reasons </i> that <a href="/title/He">He</a>, the one I admire so <i> dearly </i> was not responding to my <a href="/title/simple+question">simple question</a>. <br>
<p> <a href="/title/Dumbfounded">Dumbfounded</a>, I stood. I had not asked of this wonderful Man anything in my life, not a question, nothing and yet, I stood there in my worse possible moment and reached out with <a href="/title/every+bit+of+faith">every bit of faith</a> in my soul and I said <i> "What is the truth, <a href="/title/God">God</a>?" </i> What did I recieve?<br>
<p align="center"> <i> Silence. </i>
<p> I sat down. I sat down in all the <a href="/title/glory+of+my+own+humanity">glory of my own humanity</a> and I wondered. For the first time in my single and direct, <a href="/title/pious">pious</a> life, I wondered. I wonder, perhaps, if God doesn't know. What would that mean? God doesn't know the truth? I mean, if he did,<!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…MDMA (thing)http://everything2.com/user/Twin+Eclipse/writeups/MDMATwin Eclipsehttp://everything2.com/user/Twin+Eclipse2001-01-06T02:23:33Z2001-01-06T02:23:33Z<p align="center"><i> <a href="/title/Ecstasy">Ecstasy</a>. </i> <br>
<p>Oh, just the word. For anyone who has taken the drug, <a href="/title/MDMA">MDMA</a> or <a href="/title/Ecstasy">Ecstasy</a> (<a href="/title/XTC">XTC</a>, <a href="/title/X">X</a>, <a href="/title/Fuel">Fuel</a> (for all you Chicago people), <a href="/title/E">E</a>), you know why I say "Just the word can make my spine tingle". <br>
And so, having spent the last two years of my life <i> fully</i> enjoying this <a href="/title/drug">drug</a>, I will relate to you the first time that I took that <a href="/title/pivotal">pivotal</a> drug and exactly what happened to my psyche and soul since.<br>
I remember the first time <i> that feeling </i> came upon me. I was walking back and forth, pacing... my eyes were <i> wide </i> <br>
<p align="center"> <i> ...as if i had just discovered the true purpose to life... </i> <br>
<p>And I knew immediatly that I had found something very <a href="/title/special">special</a>. This "<a href="/title/joy">joy</a>", this "<a href="/title/happiness">happiness</a>", this "<a href="/title/love">love</a>" that I have found took every single drop of fear and paranoia out of my body for those beautiful <a href="/title/four+hours">four hours</a> and I loved everyone, everything was perfect and nothing could ever destroy that.<br>
Well, I was wrong.<!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p><!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…January 4, 2001 (idea)http://everything2.com/user/Twin+Eclipse/writeups/January+4%252C+2001Twin Eclipsehttp://everything2.com/user/Twin+Eclipse2001-01-04T23:59:31Z2001-01-04T23:59:31Z<p align="center"> <b> January 4th, 2001 </b><br>
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And so, what happened today? Well, not too much of interest I suppose. I woke up in my slimy, nasty, icky, yucky and otherwise disgusting bed, sat up and thought "Gee, did I really drink <i> that </i> much last night?" as my head spins around several million times. I finally attempt to stand up and tip an ashtray in my room over, spilling the repungent ashes everywhere. (Note: <i> I don't smoke... my roommates do. What a nice guy I am </i>) So, I stumble into my kitchen and break a very cool glass I've always loved to drink of. Since I'm barley alive, I leave most of the glass shards lying about, crying out to be stepped on, and grab a "not-as-cool" glass. I then fill it up with some stagnent tap water and take my <a href="/title/twacky">twacky</a> ass back to my room where I fall asleep again.<br>
After several <i> fitful </i> dreams of having sex with people I once adored, I wake up, again, my head spinning needlessly and wander into the bathroom. I then jump (no, not<!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…Scorpio (idea)http://everything2.com/user/Twin+Eclipse/writeups/ScorpioTwin Eclipsehttp://everything2.com/user/Twin+Eclipse2001-01-03T02:41:38Z2001-01-03T02:41:38Z<p>Scorpio is the sign of <a href="/title/death">death</a>, <a href="/title/reincarnation">reincarnation</a>, <a href="/title/sex">sex</a>, and other <a href="/title/mystical+forces">mystical forces</a>
<br>in life. It is during this time when the earth itself is going through its
<br>own sort of "death" that <a href="/title/Scorpio">Scorpio</a> comes. Scorpios are also known for being
<br>very "in tune" with themselves and are known as <a href="/title/brilliant">brilliant</a>.
<br> It is during this time that we start to re-evaluate who we are. We have
<br>gone through our searching for the true love (and some of us found it, some
<br>of us didn't) of their life and finding <a href="/title/joy">joy</a> in another person's prescence,
<br>the human soul begins to focus inward on itself. Scorpio is a time of
<br><a href="/title/revelations">revelations</a> within yourself, about <a href="/title/yourself">yourself</a> and even about others. You might
<br>find yourself a bit <a href="/title/withdrawn">withdrawn</a>, thinking about things you never truly
<br>considered before, and down right even getting <a href="/title/philosophical">philosophical</a> sometimes. This
<br>is not only a time where we sit and think (altho the man who sculpted the
<br><a href="/title/Thinker">Thinker</a> sculture was a Scorpio!), but Scorpio also<!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…