Today's word of the day is Sagacious. Because no matter what I do, it's always a saga to try to friggen explain it. See? IOU something... for more than we can keen in this life stream. (Btw. It's 18 January 2019, the time right now is 3.18pm) With these screen shots I release my claim. … Continue reading Girl, interrupted with a vintage montage
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
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.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, through me to smite the shite out of those who have trespassed against us. Thanks for giving me hope and fortitude - my daily bread; and the knowledge it is symbolic of nourishment since I am diabetic and really need to count my carbs. Okie dokie. Espiritu santo, … Continue reading My father helped build heaven, Peter was his name
I really should keep a dream journal, again. I should write in it as soon as I wake. The only thing I remember from my dream last night was to remember the word asphobel or ashphobel or... something like that..? Ashphodel? I don't even know if these are real words. It was the first on … Continue reading Forgotten dreams
I spent a year awake, I didn't want to sleep. I'm sleeping again, I don't want to stay awake. I'd sleep forever if I could. The world is too sad to sustain me. I want to sleep forever, I'm too tired to cry. In the phase between sleep and wakefulness, where I have the slightest … Continue reading Wake up sleeping beauty
11 November 2001 @ 20:55 >> quite strange... i've been having weird dreams lately. the dream i had last night was that i wasn't going out with james, but with an ex of mine - reggie. and all this weird stuff happened like we were in the cinema's, but the movie was playing on … Continue reading LJarchive – 11 november 2001, 8:55pm
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 love pop culture and the artists and creators of our time. Even cosplayers! I always wanted to be a performer. Because then I could pretend to be someone else. When Robin Williams died, he was the only famous person whose death I mourned. I cried when he died. He was legendary. He was funny … Continue reading I’m the artist that doesn’t do art