4 July 2019 @ 7.03am. Good morning sun. Good morning world. I’m a flawed human of questionable worth. But that’s okay, I don’t have to change, I just have to break the point of view paradigm.
This girl is a time lord with an ego ready to usurp the throne from the devil.
Queen K is the emissary of the summer courts. I was born in the last month of spring. November. I was 2 weeks overdue and my mother needed to be induced. I still wasn’t budging from my comfy little ball. Emergency c-section was the only way to get me to vacate her womb.
Instead of being born at the beginning of the month, I entered the world (fashionably late?) On the 15th. right smack bang in the middle.
Dark night of the soul? I experience no such thing let alone in the manner any of you would experience it. Life … existence… on this planet, in this dimensional reality? All of this, all of you, are the darkness in my soul. Life as we know it is my dark night that haunts my hole.
The girl of your dreams (me) must heal her nightmares (you). I’ve me on tv so I’ll project her everywhere. She has no style so don’t mind that she’s naked. She’s just a paper doll cut out from plasterboard.
Morning Muse archived report
1st February 2019, @ 10:16 am.
Good morning global citizens. I am your host Kim Lane. If you’ve just joined this channel, let me inform you that I am the one and only host behind “mmmother” and her “#cok” (which is an acronym for Cult of Kim). Despite the way that my writing may read, I do not have a borderline personality disorder. I legit only have depression and general anxiety. I am a social drinker, I do not use drugs, although I smoke cigarettes. So therefore I want to make it clear that I am the only one that controls this body and brain, all right? My face will only disappoint you. I don’t want to do that.
So let’s keep the illusion of happiness alive! Keep lying to yourself, that way I don’t have to 😎 I can now continue with my job, which is to inspire.
Behold 7 comments I dropped in some blogs I’d visited within the last 12 hours (I think).
Popular culture references
For those of you who may be Game of Thrones fans, let it be known that I am a Martell by spirit, a Tyrell by birth, and a Lannister by marriage. Hand of the king by occupational signature.
I have not watched the series or anything since GoT season 4. The last book I read of that series was book 5.
I have not devoured any new media for going on 2 years now… that is, my interest in the outside world has been petering off gradually over the last 2 years and that includes my interest in games and socialising… I am a pathetic excuse for a human being.
Working is what brings me pleasure and satisfaction. Having purpose is what drives me onwards.
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Everything I do is loaded with emotion, I mean every I say and express in the moment that I express it. When I feel heartbroken and in pain, you betcha I feel it with all 21 grams of my soul. When I feel hopeful, you bet you’ll see rainbows everywhere. When I am angry, you have ever right to quake under tables or in doorways.
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I am a teacher without a class to teach.
I am the Cunning linguist. You know my name in this lifetime. But you do not know me from my many lifetimes before.
The dialect of my mother’s home island was vasaya. My love of anagrams and word play has revealed Vyasa to me and my name.
Thank all that is good in this world that I was not always an inanimate being or object. That there is verve in my spirit. Viva Vera. Because I’m meta, I must always follow the beat of my spirit, dance to the beat of my own drum (my heartbeat).
Follow along now, dears. You don’t want to keep me waiting by dawdling too far behind. Yondu has things to do.
10:57 am. So concludes this morning muse report.