I wish I could sing. I love that. Music. I wish I could play, too. But I'm pretty garbage. I know I can speak, I have a voice after all. I can articulate chains of words, sentences build paragraphs or poems or pictures. Ah frick track paddy smack, words are woe upon the symbols of … Continue reading My voice returns aion hoarse
22 August 2018 I think … too much. Too hard. About everything. All the time. I am constantly thinking about my existence… everyone’s existence… not independently, but rather that I change and constantly reinvent myself and my behaviour in my head. So that way I fit with other people. I apparently give great advice, and … Continue reading Rerun 013: Confusion is m etaphilosopher
Wrote this up on Evernote, 12th May 2019. An overview of the state of affairs in the realms beyond. What was going on, who was where with whom... or something. Really, I just wanted to know where I fit into Every thing... because I'm selfish and self centred, I just looked for my signs and … Continue reading Gnawing my tale while/in your sleep…
19 August 2018, originally titled "my head really hurts" I don’t know anything for sure. I don’t even know who or what I am nor my capabilities. The possibilities are endless. The fragmentation and permutations are infinite. I don’t even know or trust anything. I am endless in all that “I don’t know” because I … Continue reading Rerun 010: the Morning after headache
Deborah was one of the 12 judges of Isreal. 1 woman, 11 men. She was one of the 12 judges from the biblical book of Judges (old testament). Judge Judy shopheṭ or shofeṭ (plural shophṭim or shofeṭim; Hebrew: שׁוֹפֵט šōp̄ḗṭ, Punic: 𐤔𐤐𐤈 šufeṭ, Ugaritic: 𐎘𐎔𐎉 ṯapiṭ) literally means "Judge", from the Semitic root "ṮPṬ", "to pass judgment". Cognate titles exist in other Semitic cultures, notably Phoenicia and Carthage. The Biblical judges were shofeṭs. WIKIPEDIA! Just is Kim. … Continue reading Debbie does Atlas
Listen, do you you want to know a secret? An them for anni kyrios. The sound of the broken. Phoenix, The butterfly effect. Knocking on the door, thumping with cries and fists. What's the password? Thy mine sofia moral moria. It's a secret. I don't say. Just shut your mouth, hands sew lips hard end … Continue reading Keyself through the 4 worlds
18 August 2018 Is that my genius? My special talent? My perceptive skill so sharp and subtle, I can see beyond… because I can see. I perceive without judgement. This is all thought and mind and mentalism. It is mercurian by nature. Thank you Mercury, Hermes, Thoth, Lucifer, Uranus. Any deity or entity associated with … Continue reading Rerun 009: Perception skill natural 20
I’m not angry or resentful about this. I have accepted it and it’s meaning to me will essentially be different to you (I mean, come on, it’s “my power” and “my definition” of that power and WTF even is 'power', etc). It’s all good, that is beside the point. I’m the quintessential “mother”, the “yin”, … Continue reading Rerun 007: The bullshit of my power
14 August 2018 Once upon a time I knew exactly who I was, I recognised the immense power and potential within me. I was able to create magic not only for myself but for others, I was able to bend the world to my will. I recognised the necessity for all of my limitations and … Continue reading Rerun 004: Sleep to hard reset
Ready, aim, fire. Put out the fire. Extinguish the flames of fiery thought with thick, gelatinous words. For words are sounds that have form. Spew forth from the hose of your throat, an ethereal concoction invisible as germs. Puppet masters manipulate shepherds. Plant the seed of thoughts and ideas into your gooey brain. It may … Continue reading Your words are sperm
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekpM8eD3LM4 Spin and circle the drain with me. Hold my hands and we can twirl like Jack and Rose did when they danced aboard the Titanic! Where am I? Somewhere over the rainbow It's called the Wonder(ful) land of Oz. 1 And the fifth angel sounded, and I saw a star fall from heaven to … Continue reading The red sky has fallen; had you forgotten?
Post contains 32 images. Manipulation. That's the theme of this post - the messed up, mental menagerie motif I'm attempting to manifest in still coherent and meaningful way. I am a master of mind fuckery, and mutating metaphors into mental night whorses NEIGH MOTHER FUCKKA! This blog post is about liars. Liars who may or … Continue reading Oh, the mind is the best thing to -~ɜ≋ԐMЖϢȜ≋ɛ~-
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
Weaving the wyrd threads into twine. Braid a rope, not a tapestry. The guilt-free is guilty, the guiltless guiles. The accused and the innocent in a tailspin with over some thing, some one thing. No, nothing. No face which to face. I am a far too many faceted being to stick to anything long enough … Continue reading Kitsune cannot explain this
Don't let them in, don't let them see. They don't deserve to be set free. That is what both she and he implored me. Let it go, Metatrope. Can't hold it back anymore. I let it go, all of it gone to the winds and sky. I cried. I was howling. The wolves of winter … Continue reading Combatome, come to get her
My mind was racing at light speed and I struggled to keep up with the stream of ideas pouring into and through me. These ideas didn't always come to me when I could write them down (like while driving a car). I attempted to document them anyway by dictating them to my phone using the … Continue reading I would be a terrible dictator.
I have scheduled posts. I started setting them up since the close of last month. So... I guess what I'm trying to say is goodbye. Again. I know I've said that a bunch of times. And I never follow through. I mean, I never really leave because I always come back. I don't know what … Continue reading The Holy Ghost
I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. What I'm writing. Why I'm writing. I'm just smacking my brain against the padded walls of the inside of my skull. Thwack thwack - fucking... just be... So, what's the story morning glory? I could be like mother Mary with a blessing in my hole, I'll … Continue reading So long & thanks for all the ghoti
She slammed the empty glass down on the kitchen counter and wiped the cordial from her mouth. "Ready?" He places his empty glass besides hers. "Heck, yeah." They ran through the kitchen doorway, down the narrow hall and out through the front door. Their bicycles were baking out on the dry lawn. They straightened up … Continue reading Your friendly neighbourhood occupants 1
Vala: I have a message I would like to send out there, Mr D.J. Do you mind if I hijack this radio station's frequency? I do have a song request! And a subliminal message I'd like to send. Iso: I'm not really into brainwashing. There'll be no "subliminal" messages or anything here. I am a … Continue reading The goddess squads may keep their gods.