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Olive is consistently inconsistent and a veritable fountain of blathering fun. Born sometime before today, she has a plethora of opinions on most any subject. A bundle of complex simplicity. Preferring a life of austerity and balance with an occasional nod to pure decadence she will try to confound you with stories, opinions and other fun times. Please visit me again and again as I will try to entertain as best I can.

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The Oasis

Posted By Olivia on June 15, 2009

The sand crunched beneath her boots…the only sound she had heard for days. At least she thought she heard it through the glaring sun and the nightmare. Stumbling ever forward, the ability to reason any direction long gone by now.

Her eyes trailed back to her companion. Her friend of so long looked a shadow of herself. Brown hair that was once luscious and shining now hung limp and faded. Green eyes that once gleamed with intelligence and wit were glazed over and deadened. Still the sand crunched as the sun moved towards the distant horizon, soon darkness would fall onto them.

She saw green in the distance, leaves dancing in the soft wind. Was it real this time? Trudging endlessly forward she went, scared if her feet stopped for a moment they would be stopping forever. She looked back again to make sure her companion was still with her, she was. The two figures moved inexorably forward as darkness cloaked them. That is when she saw it, the glinting of the moon upon water, the bend of trees across the night sky. Her heart came to life and her eyes brightened as she gasped the words out to her friend, “water…water…water!”

Moving as quickly as spent legs could carry them they both rushed forward the trials of the previous days melting away as the reached the water. They fell down flat and pressed lips to the crystal clear water, feeling it soothing parched throats and bringing them back to life.

She looked across the small clear pool at her companion, her green eyes shone again as if the light had been let back in. The wind blew softly across them as they shared a smile, the setting was idyllic as she turned to take it in. It was then with her back turned that she heard the sickening wet crunch.

Eyes wide and still low to the ground she turned back towards her companion. She saw her still flat on the ground her eyes wide with terror and her mouth silently mouthing the word help over and over again as her arms and legs twitched and spasmed then went still with obvious paralysis. Frozen with fear she saw her companion’s paralyzed body drug suddenly back into the trees and out of sight.

She was unsure how much time had passed as she stayed still and frozen in fear and unsure of what had happened to her companion. She knew she had to do something so at last she rose to her feet and slinked as silently around the pond and into the treeline to follow the distinctive drag marks in the sand.

It was not a far trip to find the answer as the trees cleared and she saw a black pit of a cave going down into a squat rock hill. What was in front of it however was her answer as at least twenty human figures stood in various stages of decay and ruin. Her friends eyes showed she was still alive, wide with terror and pleading for help. But the rest of her body was no longer showing such signs of life, her clothes lay in tatters around the ground and the pedestal her friend stood upon her body rigid and standing straight up. Her companions skin was looking darkened and as if it was quickly hardening into some kind of shell.

Staring into her companions eyes she knew there was no way to carry her from this spot. She motioned to her friend that she would return and dashed into the trees behind her. Back through the beautiful oasis they had found. This wonderful place of dreams, her legs that were near death not long ago now carried her swiftly back to the pond. Kneeling down quickly to fill her canteen her thoughts raced trying to think of any way to find hel……..She felt her body go numb as hot lightning pain shot from the back of her neck through all her limbs and her face splashed into the water. Gasping she felt her lungs take in some water before she was dragged unceremoniously out of the water and through the sand towards the cave.

She felt her clothes being ripped free from her limp body, all of her was numb except the back of her neck, there she felt a dull throbbing pain from whatever had “stung” her. Her mind neared panic as she felt herself stood up on a pedestal facing her companion and some of the others. Looking down she could see her skin solidifying, becoming almost shell like. She met her companions eyes as they shared wordlessly the terror of what had befallen them, what she wouldn’t give to go back and perish in the desert now.

Death would come soon she thought, death would come soon, just a little ways to go of suffering then it would be over she thought. Her eyes trailed across the other figures standing on pedestals within her vision. She felt one last cold chill go up her spine when her eyes came across a figure who had one remaining piece of clothing on his body. A short man frozen in the skin become shell. Over his body was the timeworn ancient breastplate of a Roman soldier. How many hundreds or even thousands of years had he been frozen here she thought as her eyes locked with his still living eyes.

A sickening wet slurp drew her eyes back to her companion, a place she wished she had never looked. Standing behind her the dark chitinous figure looked as if it were some cross of man and spider and it was drinking from the sting at the back of her companion’s neck. Vainly she tried to scream, to run, to do anything, anything at all as she heard the heavy steps in the sand behind her and knew what was coming next. Wild with terror and panic her eyes darted to the Roman and she knew that tonight was only the first night that she would spend wishing, praying and hoping with all of her being for death as she felt the creature behind her start to feed.

Swings and Sunshine

Posted By Olivia on May 24, 2009

Sometimes things align so perfectly.

You could sit all day in a tree, just swinging and letting the words fly out.

Then storms come and you can’t swing.

Before you know it these wonders have slipped past you.

You find yourself drowning, struggling to reach the air again, begging for it, your hands flail as you pray to be saved… But will you be? Time moves forward and not in reverse.

Are we left with memories alone or is magic something that can be recaptured if you chase it hard enough?

The Washington Redskins

Posted By Olivia on May 19, 2009

Also known as by far one of my least favorite teams. A team I love to hate and a team that if they weren’t around to be the arch-rival to my Dallas Cowboys I am not sure what I would do, lol.

There are again rumblings taking place to do with their name. I have a deep respect for Native American culture. Admittedly I am not from it and can’t say how I would see the Redskins mascot being seen. To me it is not meant offensively and if anything I will grudgingly admit that I rather like the Redskins uniforms and their current mascot is as someone pointed out stoic, proud, well represented.

The real point in all this to me is the rampant case of political correctness that is overriding anything and everything. There comes a point that we NEED to stop looking for new ways to be offended. Why can’t we assume the best of people here and there? Maybe see a mascot as an honor, which it is. I find it sickening the attention grabs that people like this one make: anti-Redskin article.

Here is something more akin to my own view. I think this is quite a pragmatic way of looking at this issue. pro-Redskin article.

Personally I hope the mascot of the Washington Redskins is never ever changed. Unless it is shown that Native Americans all across this country of ours are truly upset by the name and it isn’t just a few trying to make an attention/money grab. I don’t want anything good to happen for the Redskins of course :P But I don’t want to see overzealous people looking to find something wrong in everything to cause their name to go away, that would just be sad.

Meaning

Posted By Olivia on May 12, 2009

There she knelt at the altar, hands clasped before her and eyes shut as she whispered quietly. Her hair fell over her shoulders and down her back like an ebon waterfall.

“God…”, she came to pray often, really she lived her whole life in communication with God but she was unsure how often God listened to her. After all why would God listen to her, surely he or she had better things to attend to than her problems.

Her hands clasped tighter as she spoke quietly, fervently, wishing for things that were not to be. Her mind danced across the many shards that were her life, shattered across the floor like a broken pane of glass. How would she ever put them together again? Maybe the point was not in putting them back together again but in finding some new way to see them all as a whole.

“God…”, her words sailed up to the sky, to the heavens, her hope springing eternal despite the shattered remains of what was her life. She would find a way, there had to be a way to find purpose again. A way to lift her sword and cause good for herself and for others. Her faith unbreakable flamed upwards as her cobalt eyes flicked open and glinted with strength. Whether alone or with others she would find a way….she would find a way…

Bad News

Posted By Olivia on April 13, 2009

Al Franken may have won :(

We can hope there is an appeal and this debacle gets overturned. How in the world anyone voted for this pos is beyond me. He needs to go back to SNL and stay far away from DC.

Al Franken wins by 312 votes.

The Pedestal

Posted By Olivia on April 13, 2009

We all tend to put someone in the world on a pedestal at times. Usually it is some figure from tv, a celebrity, sports star, whatever else. Other times it is someone near to us, someone we have met, known, been close to.

We paint a picture in our minds of this person, a picture that is so bright and shining and perfect. Our eyes too glamoured to see things wrong, our ears unable to truly hear all that is said. We place them up high on a pedestal and that is when things go wrong… For no one is so perfect as we draw them, no one so flawless that they do not make mistakes, no one out there who will always live up to our expectations.

So who is in the wrong when the legs of the pedestal are sawed through and it falls down? The person on the pedestal or the person who placed them there? I think we have to say the person who set them up so high on that pedestal.

What lessons can we learn from this? Perhaps it is best in life to expect nothing good from anyone because in the end everyone will disappoint you at some point in time. Perhaps this is the most critical aspect of humanity. Because in order to have friends, lovers, family or anyone in our lives that matters to us we will have to learn to accept the bad with the good. We will have to learn that eventually our pretty perfect picture of someone isn’t the entire picture and we must love them for all they are.

I am a theist, some people in my life belittle this. I like football, some people in my life belittle this as well. Who does the fault lie with in these cases? Is it with me for being myself and admitting what I like and what I believe in life? Or is it with those that would judge me for choices in my life, for enjoying the things I enjoy?

We paint pictures of people, of what we want them to be and sometimes we blame them for when they don’t fit into what we wish to see from them. In the end I think a true friend will see the good and the bad and the things that are not agreed upon and love you just the same even when the pedestals we all place each other initially come crashing down to reality…

April is for Fools

Posted By Olivia on April 10, 2009

screw April!

Moments

Posted By Olivia on March 31, 2009

Moments blink by so quickly, most of the time you never grasp the significance of them when you are within them. That significance only hits you later, sometimes much later after it has long since passed you by. That is when the wistful wishing flows through you as you recall times that were made of bliss. Times when life was a thing worth being within and a thing worth grasping onto tightly. When you basked in a glow that is rarely felt, when everything was complete and there was no want for anything.

I had a friend once talk of heaven and say why must heaven be physical and tangible. A place put into human terms, why can’t heaven be something more. A place that is spiritual and more or less a state of mind. I found it interesting to consider. If it is the case then I have felt heaven in my life and perhaps that alone will have made it all worth while.

Sadly I doubt this is a thing I have returned to many, if any at all. I am made of poison and the ashes within me cast darkness over so many things. So often I wish I could feel as others feel, see as others see and just simply be complete instead of a shattered reflection of what I was meant to be.

head

Posted By Olivia on March 30, 2009

hurts

not

so

fun

For a Time

Posted By Olivia on March 16, 2009

Staring at the darkness, the void that will never die, or will it?

Darkness will come soon enough, perhaps it is just my place to give it to others before it takes me.

I’ll never see the reality that others see, does it even exist?

I saw things, felt things, I know that there is more.

I will never have them, all I will have to show for my time is dust and ruin.

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