https://youtu.be/RxYQnD7F568 Back you go, learn to read in between the lines. The secrets of your soul can be found in the four where you split the divide. You are the perfect drug. You make me whole when I am broken inside. You love me though I am don't deserve your light. Take me, if you … Continue reading Peeling layers of the soul
Kalliope, Kali's calling all of me. Coo-coo-ka-choo, walrus tune. This is not an e/in-vocation, nor a disguised incantation. This is just me doing my thing, I write to put you in the right frame of mind. I'm not after any absolution, my life isn't perfect but it's just fine. My soul is laughing, it's spoken … Continue reading Circum vent/ferens
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
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
Hey guys, it's June 1 and this week I have 14 of my first blog posts scheduled to be published: 2 a day for these 7 days, as a matter of fact. They're titled as "reruns" so you'll be sure to distinguish which ones they are. (2 have already been published, so I guess there's … Continue reading 1st of June. Nanay, I love you.
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.
I wish I was a god. That way I could do whatever I wanted. Like god in dogma. The Alanis Morrissette version of god. So before I go any further. I should lay down some pop culture inspirations, reference points. I'm not going to cite everything. But if you know of these films/tv series/novels then … Continue reading My real deepest darkest wish: achieve godhood.
Performance artist. Of factual fiction. Don't let the dazzling display of light deceive your eyes. Reality is an illusion. And you are the master. I, a mystic magician, am but a figment of your minds eye. I May be claircognizant, but I'm not omniscient. I am salient, not sapient. Homo- hetero- who cares, pan- demi-, … Continue reading Villain? No. Vaudevillian!
I am a lazy mother hugger and cosplay is something I have only ever low key participated in. Mere homages to ideations, characters and features I desired to pay small tribute to. They were all just mere token displays that only meant something to me, but here before you I reveal my truth. Zatanna Zatara … Continue reading I summon and weave all of me
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.
This is not the first time we've danced, our fingers touching hands through the keys to the screens... Do you remember back then? You might have been 10? We took turns whispering our words in each other's ears. We were so quiet and sad, we were so lonely. But it was ever so liberating to … Continue reading We spin and ring our roses, a delightful game
Names are massively important to me. I wear names like armour so others can't hurt me with their words. That is why I had to start the antichrist campaign, better I start it than someone else. I revealed a hugely personal and longstanding alias of mine: Alita. I also just listed a bunch of other … Continue reading Brought to you by the letter K
28 August 2001 @ 09:00 >> happy OperaEd day! do you know how it feels to be stabbed in the back then watch the blood spill? this whole happy something day is getting old... hmmm... well i'm going to opera ed today and that means that i dont have to be at school until … Continue reading Resurrected from the annals of my livejournal
I told Ash I would share my really scrappy sorry excuse for a sonnet. It vaguely leans in the direction of a sonata criterium. Sort of, near enough, close enough, is that good enough. Lazy and stuff. That's me, through and through. I'm the muse of bards, but not always a bard. I am skald … Continue reading aSSHHH… speak of my sonnet to no one.
In the comments section of this afternoon's muse report, chatting with Ron gave cause for me wonder how many blog posts I had written here on WordPress. Doing the math on it sent me into a tailspin. With all of this so called "writing" one may think I would have improved "my craft" and be … Continue reading I might write, but I’m not a writer.
Yeah. That's pretty low of me, isn't it? I'm not threatening anything. I legit mean it with an open heart. Last year I lost my job. This is because I took a lot of time off due to my diabetes running havoc on my body, but I got pretty steady casual work for the final … Continue reading Fill my coffers so I may reveal yours
26 August 2018 - Surrender I give up. On everything. Forget everything. I never existed. I’m going to disappear now. And I don’t know if I will return. Or if I even should. I hate myself. I wish I was dead. And since I am too gutless to make that dream a physical reality, I’m … Continue reading Reruns 027 & 028: I lift up my open hands