Sticky notes remind me

Sticky notes – or “post its” – are useful as reminders. I’m sticking this up here to remind me about stuff. And you remind you (if you come across the “blog” webpage, not in your wordpress reader). My abstract: K is a real life person I am human – not an alien, an animal nor

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Little update. Which ever of the blogs

Campaign antichrist kicked off the fucking season. The whore of Babylon is waiting for her turn. Gotta finish the horsemen stampede and quickly shove them to the side because Christmas time is coming, and father needs somewhere to park his ride. I’m summoning the spirit of sound. That happened. I posted it before writing this.

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Fair Lane Fords the waters

Tirthankara, creates own way to cross the samsara Don’t you see? We were always meant to be. You belong with me. And I belong with you. You were made for me, and I was made with you. Can you feel the swelling of my heart as it moves the tides of the seas? I am

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It’s already night, so I will sing the stars

10th December 2018, time now is 9:28 pm. I’ve spent today doing a bunch of stuff, and like always, I make lists of things to do and then do not follow them at all. But I am a pedant of habits. For the uninitiated or unfamiliar in my ways, allow me to elucidate: I write 1

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Good morning, sunshine! I’m solar powered

1600 words, Started writing at 7:25am / ready to publish, 10:10 am. FUck ya. Good morning world. It’s 9th December, 2018. 7:25am. When you live in on this side of the meridian line, it can seem like we live in the future. But really, it’s just the time zone of the calculated by the degree the sun

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The back streets are back open, all right?

I drive a Jeep and I can be pretty patriotic, or patronising, or priapractic. Ugh. Stuff. Andyways. I think we can’t just have this story telling time here. We need to pile on in to my car ass I take us on an off roading mother fucking adventure, just… 80 km per hour over gravel

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Come on, square pusher. I need you.

Look look look. Yeah I’m in a state of total and utter hypomania. Green Day sings to be woken up when September ends, well fuck, as September was ending I was being forced to go back to sleep by the rhythm of the war drums. The Harley Quinn in me retired after her thoat was

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