Disclaim! I, skabaren K (the evolvement of skibbo), have stitched together another skaab. I want to thank Rondut for the beginning of the spark that set this bad bitch on fire. I start with humour, to mask the conjuration of swirling dark forces spinning beneath the event horizon. The greatest love story Australia has ever … Continue reading Sibylline Oracle, NIN.vi3
26 January 2019, 7:15am; You know it, I know it. Today is the colonisation of Terra Australis or Terra Nullius... depending on who you're asking. Aye, cogita! You are right. Thanks for your support... See... this is the stuff that just FREAKS ME THE FUCK OUT! Like... I don't 'hear voices' or anything. I also … Continue reading I released a bunch of hounds in the past.
I have stated before that I have a shit-ton of musical memories in my mothermind, in my head it is like a maze of cacophonic white noise, where I am mute, blind and numb. I can only navigate the real world by the sounds of my mental menagerie. Mise en scene of sound, a specific … Continue reading Birdman kicked my ass
This one goes out to... all of eu... ja, yew. Ampersand+ plus me. Let's travel back in time, the journey occurs in our minds, although our bodies remain here in stasis. The year before we embark on this boazer boat of arterial argon is 2019; I remember we started in the ionic arcades of Calcified … Continue reading I am you, & Ennui
My father was Pekka, my grandfather Toivo. Their names anglicised as Peter and Tony... In generational order from ancient through history to modern, our initials are TPK. What does that spell? Total Party Kill. Long ago I said I was of the North in terms of heritage, but I am here in the south as … Continue reading Aquateo family quadratics
I like being human, well, humanoid. I want to be pretty and ethereal like I imagine the mythic entities to be. I like taking tests and stuff online because I like to see how I am seen - even if I'm only seen to be temporarily. Dr. Kalliope Veign. The queen of 11, alkimmyst Phoenix. … Continue reading Rise, Eos! The dank Astrology Web
27 August 2018 I wish I could just do that. Create intuitively. I'm like that with words. And I'm stuck writing poetry. Which is nice, but poetry is contrite... it is subject to such analysis and the creation, the art itself, suffers such torture. And the poet... ugh. It's such bullshit. Haha. At least if … Continue reading Rerun 015: I wish I was artistic
(Reposted... and... I realise that the layout I mention here is not the same as my current layout. I still hate everything do and make though. Aesthetics are important to me, I just have garbage visual taste.) Modernmysticmother.com is my website. But the landing page is to promote myself and my services. It's more of … Continue reading My blog is not my business
Many names I have gone by. The different blog posts I talk about my different names and stuff. It is the skeleton of a concept I had started writing 1st May, 37 days ago. Named - identity Kim & Alita. Kimalita.My post about being Alita.Mistake maker Alita was who I wanted to be. Kim was who I … Continue reading Dark Ego, Bright Shadow. oKæ?
Got the song "hopelessly devoted to you" stuck in my head. From the musical Grease. Sandy sings it about Danny. Sandy is played by Olivia Newton John. I remember I sang that song at an audition years ago. I auditioned at the base of the mountain, in Leonay. I work as a tutor on Thursday … Continue reading Grease memory machine
Fly off out of this place, send me up up and away. I need to study the stars not from afar but from inside their core - burn me alive. Incinerate ash my flesh. Incendiary, float away. Why can't I be someone else, it's the same old stories over and over again. Kokabiel of the … Continue reading I am garbage androgen, alkimysterium.
underground expression I've been down here before, Trail was blazed long ago. Left my self to find me again. Hear my voice, it tells me who I am and used to be. Reclaim the ghost holy free. Sund aughter sun My name rose me out of the sea. Rise up withstand face the against I … Continue reading going under tunnels, seeking glory
Leading her love along the land, reliving life in grains of sand. Standing upon the twilight shores, watching the waves rise, crash and fall. Towards me, for me, fall at my feet. Poseidon, Zeus. No more fighting. I'm sorry I wasn't more like you. I was designed to bypass the burning w(omen)tall barrier, once I … Continue reading Slideshow 6ob + my kru5ty l<words
https://youtu.be/_DTmvMsEbE4 Biffy Clyro - Rearrange I've got a lot of love and I've got a lot of ways to show it / But you should know by now that I'm broken and I need your help / I wrote a hundred songs to make sense of the meaningless / I'll un-write them all if you … Continue reading Rearrange the Denouement
We tell stories to share knowledge, information, and ourselves with other people. Through the use of narrative, we are able to communicate and connect with others. This connection is what gives us strength and hope to face the dawn of each new day. Without love, it is so easy to give up and break apart … Continue reading Why do we tell stories? What purpose does it even serve?
I posted about my regret at not being able to express myself in an artistically creative way, and the frustration that causes me. I get so angry and upset with myself for failing to live up to my aspirations - and I just complain and go on and on about it, and don't really do … Continue reading A lament of the muse: part 2
In some ways I'm a bit like Belle from in Disney's Beauty and the Beast. On the outside I'm brunette, a bit peculiar, judgmental, and headstrong. In other ways I feel like crazy old Maurice: insane, creative, obsessive, frail. I'm also not an old French dude; I also like steam punk. I feel like a … Continue reading My pretend house will be so large, you won’t be able to find me when I cry
I want to make. I want to create. I want to put in form the force that stirs within. I want to do something other than... omg, words. My artistic medium so subtle and fine that it consists of invisible threads of mithral silk. I spin my webs of fate and weave them together in various ways. … Continue reading The lament of the muse
I have so many fucking ideas. So many wells of inspiration from which to write. And I know I have it in me to produce writing that titillates the pleasures and this is different for everyone. I produce a kind of experience, if sensation is what you seek. I reveal the invisible links and threads … Continue reading Eo nomine