https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDbLzCPd2MY Moana - How far I'll go I've been staring at the edge of the water / 'Long as I can remember, never really knowing why / I wish I could be the perfect daughter / But I come back to the water, no matter how hard I try / Every turn I take, every trail … Continue reading How far will you go?
When I get anxious I like I think I'm not me, I protect myself with different identities. Not that I have any personality disorder or anything. Although I understand I can be seen as a psycho crazy lady. What I mean is that I pretend I'm someone else, and I can wear that skin instead … Continue reading Kore of Queen Persephone
I am golden, a brand new face. Flayed my skin, kisan of damascus steel. https://youtu.be/Cq-NShfefks B.o.B. - Magic, feat. Rivers Cuomo (full lyrics) I've got the magic in me. Everytime I touch the track it turns it into gold. Everybody knows I've got the magic in me. When I hit the floor the girls come … Continue reading Shed my skin: reveal
16 personalities, a branch of Myer Briggs Temperament Indic-ates that I am a Diplomat, for I have a predilection for INTUITIVE FEELING (diplomacy) and TURBULENT EXTROVERSION (social engagement) as my dominant character traits and behavioural strategies. I experience a lot of feelings. ALL THE FEELS at the helm of the merkabah, for that is the … Continue reading Too much, too little, too early and late
The culture I wish to cultivate is of cognizant communication. It begins with the mother, culminates at the daughter, and I guess I’ll make mention there’s also a poly post. Or pithy poltergeist? I dunno yet.
Open up the close of time,
Watch the song of the world tune the celestial tine.
We are dancing, walk the waltz with me.
With you, red hearts break to blue.
Taboo, joy and frivolity is the dance of the devil.
Rebels yell, revel in revelations.
Revolution pollutes the ethnical cleansed.
Ticker tape parade, the animalian cavalcade.
Mammalian beasts of land, not sky nor sea.
Trapped behind the cages we agreed to be made.
Birds have the air, the fish have the waves.
We are last with just desserts, for we are creatures of land.
From dust to sand, crystallized crust, we are man.
Kimions, hear me. This is my Cult of/for me, Kim. This is a semi-precious, semi-serious magnum opus of satire.
Modern mystic mother is a mess. But it’s my mess. And this here cult is my… tidy?
Medium, ave ad tedium.
The trivial trivium were the 3…
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"I was so wrong," he said. "That doesn't mean that now you're right," she said.