Word vom from today, unedited, unsorted, every piece of chunky inner lining swirled around in there. Maybe you can extract the truth of some special specific to your soul scream scry to the sky. I answer questions no one asked, but I continue to speak as if I'm not the only one in this room, … Continue reading Chromeyes roll back
oh Christine, you inspire such words from me. I will write a blog post, because this comment has been written and pared back 3 times already. LOL TOO MANY WORDS SPEW OUT MY FINGERTIPS, can't zip shut a "mouth" that one cannot touch.Comment on the writer's painted page. Christine Betts, the best. Reflexive journaling - … Continue reading Looking up/down, all directions
Well done. You dreamed a dream and in comes your remedy. I heard your cry when you fell down. You heard not my words though you watched the lips of my mouth. Look up when you're down, stand up for yourself. How many battles have we thought we had won? The messier it gets as … Continue reading Songbird signals the sleepers to seek
Reposted an old blog post about opinions, and then this song sprang to mind. This song is from another Australian band, Kisschasy. This is from their 2007 album, Hymns for the Non Believer. https://youtu.be/3qtWjpf1QQE Kisschasy - opinions won't keep you warm at night. Wait while jealousy tears you apart / I'm sorry but I cannot help … Continue reading Kisschasy – Opinions…
Well done, look how far you've come It is 6:56am, Monday morning on the day - March forth. Out of the valley. The valley of death, the valley of dry bones. Ezekiel 37 was always my favourite biblical story. It speaks of a valley of dried bones, and the prophet spoke the word of god … Continue reading Rise up and march, my Skelita-on amoury
I'm kicking down the door even though I have a key! It's really for dramatic effect. I totally just unlocked the door. Or picked at the lock. Or did something. I dunno. It's all just make believe, made real because of belief. I've always been intuitive, but didn't realise it was intuition. We're all told … Continue reading No one gives a shit about your opinions
(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
19 August 2018 I’ve dropped the ball, and I don’t know where it has rolled off to. Or maybe it wasn’t even a ball. Was it a strand of hair? I have collected random treasures because I like them. And when I get lost or confused I sit down and put them in front of … Continue reading Rerun 011: Because I know the pieces fit…?
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
Had this song stuck in my head this afternoon. It was fun to sing along and dance to around the house. Totally embarrassed my kids (I didn't, they're used to this from me. I think they think it's weird if I'm not flopping myself about like a manic puppet on PHP) by just dancing so … Continue reading Girls like that, but not this
14 August, 2018. I am a lot of things. Mostly contradictory and complex. It is both a delight and a curse to be me. How I feel about existence really depends on a lot of things that are all temporary and transient. I have a lot of ideas and I struggle to pin down anything … Continue reading Rerun 003: I am vague because I am endless
Words - spear - (re)mind - bind/bound - bleed, heed. Freed, redeemed. Bled re(a)d. Waters of life leak out your eyes, clouded concoction brings clarity. Bloodshot eyes dried. Wipe away trickles of tears, rip and tear whiter wrists. Horse hooves at your heels, hoof it, hoofer. Dance the dense danse macabre. Beast beats ego death. … Continue reading Ktheonic s/word s/myth
I over think things, I get in my own way. It's pretty ridiculous that the more effort I put into something the more it kind of fucks up. And... I feel really shit to say this, but when I'm just "doing my thing" I have no idea why but I get more likes? It's just … Continue reading Overthinking to extinction
Change is always happening, constantly occuring. Not always in such one big fell swoop, mind you, but it's not something anyone should be surprised about when it does occur. Is anything ever the same? I mean, anything that is animate and doesn't exist within a vaccuum. We're constantly having to shift positions in our seats, … Continue reading Oxymoronic rebel alliance
This is an interesting topic I think about very often, but I haven’t thought about writing a post about it so thank you Kalliope for giving me the idea! Ok, let’s dig in. First of all, I want to mention that this isn’t about taking some particular actions to hurt ourselves. It’s not about auto-flagellating … Continue reading Can we hurt our bodies with our mindsets? — Pointless Overthinking
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~-
Teller of stories. Singer of songs. Teacher not a preacher, though there be prophecies in my poems. Mentor to students. Writer of wrongs. Psyche is a psycho by weaponising words. Guardian of gates and keys, the liminal & tutelary deity.
One. Monad. Open your eyes. Language is my domain. Bullshit is my game. Ligature is my expertise. Two. Dual. Fight the force of gravity. I am the co-ordinator. I am the co-creator. I am the co-inspirator. I am the co-conspirator. Three. Tripartite. Pick a direction. I am extra. I go too far. I am unrelenting … Continue reading I am the anthropomorphised unireversal studio &co.
I am everything. I am in everything. Everything is of me. And if I am so far spread across all of existence within the context of space and time... then I'm really not any thing. I have no substance. I am nothing. I am hollow. An ever expanding universe that cannot stop until I succumb … Continue reading I found myself and why it was so hard.