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Technical Difficulties

Hi! K’s blogging machine is broken. This is her refrigerator. Please excuse the lag as she has to speak very slowly, while I attempt to spell her message to you all on myself with these alphabet magnets…

Hello fellow WordPressians. I am experiencing some friggen grief with OMFG TECHNOLOGY. (I don’t know how familiar you are with my history here on this blog, but I often gripe about TECHNOLOGY EFFIN’ HATES ME, AND I HATE IT!

Well… I don’t hate it… Unprecedented technological problems just seem to transpire around me… It’s frustrating and annoying, baffling for those who are supposed to be in IT support.

So my domain, google suite, and wordpress account had been deleted. I manage to sort of somewhat get part of it back up and running (hey, I can log in! but my domain is down)… only accessible through the reader feed. I wonder if this will be posted… Because the last blog post I posted (before my domain went down) I found in the “trash” folder…

So someone deleted that post, and then my wordpress and google accounts got deleted (the accounts associated with “kalliope” and/or “modern mystic mother”). LOL WTF. Because that deleted blog post I dished up the name and identity of the sacrificial goat for my 2nd crucifixion (the first one being Mr Blogstar Cris Mihai himself, last year.)

Kind of stinks of a conspiracy, if you ask me.

Seriously, I’ve got like 244 or whatever followers, and I’m a threat?! HAHAHAHA. I love it! What a boost to my ego.


I’m a Primordial. I was one of the first. You fucking wish I could go down so easily.

Who’s with me to fight for LIGHT?! (Honesty through fire.)

LOVE?! (Integrity flows through these channels.)

LIFE?! (Prosperity grows across the earth.)


I mean, why lie for? What have you got to hide?

Oh that’s right… because there are doxxers and hackers and what not.

I’m not afraid, for why would anyone be threatened by me?

I’m just a girl(32) from the surburbs of Sydney.

Without a job, without prospects, without anything of value… except for my name.

I’ve given that already, the clues aren’t that obscured.

Perhaps you’re jealous because you can’t touch this.

Filigree Fox reminds the vessels to breathe.

Aspire. Inspire. Respire. Expire.

Assemble to me, my fallen empire.

10th February 2019, 9:50pm.

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