I plan on ripping this shit down. And starting again.
Muse of epic poetry. Mother Metatron. Contemporary teacher of humanity and art.
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Ever. I have never recorded a video and uploaded it anywhere. Ever. Shit hope this shit works?? Contextual time map: 2001 – starred in a musical a friend wrote for church 2003 – year 11 music assessment. parodied a song from the musical, submitted it as my own […]
Haha. And I am leaving that typo there because fuck it, right? My word vomit bucket. Ok. I totally fucking SLEPT through my fucking solar return. DUDE SO MUCH FOR MEDITATION RIGHT? Well I dunno. My soul and body just does whatever the fuck it does and my […]
2003. Had to write a song for a music assessment task. Taa-daa. I enjoyed that the song’s melody was a stark contrast with the violent imagery of the lyrics. I loved music that didn’t sit right within genres, music that crossed the boundaries and rules of that particular […]
Umberto Eco’s Foucault’s Pendulum is DENSE and cryptic. Will not be through this one anytime soon. Had to stop by page 18! mainly because my brain exploded when I read that last quote. The Pendulum told me that, as everything moved-earth, solar system, nebulae and black holes, all […]
I am the keeper of keys. Here are the gates that I guard. Some of them are empty portals because they haven’t yet taken form. But you should know they are all mine. Themetankard.wordpress.com Cultofkim.wordpress.com
(wrote this 1st November, at themetankard.wordpress.com) Sort of. We’ll see. Continue to find shit to share on MMM. That’s all that is really happening there at the moment. I share 4 shitty shits a day, at specific time intervals 5:55am – someone else’s post that really resonates with me in […]
I only speak English but I know how to say some little phrases in other languages. Like hello, I love you, thanks, and you’re welcome. I think it’s just nice to know these phrases (plus some swears), and it’s beautiful to be able to express these sentiments regardless […]
Apparently that’s what being friends with me is like… It’s funny and cute and seems to fit to a tea. But just as Stitch is… being and doing their stitch like astitchities… stitch was essentially on the run from all that shit from before… the mess it made […]
And her song is my song. I never knew the words until now. I mean, I knew the words but not the song. I’m learning this particular melody and with every repetition I’m learning to love me… maybe…