I am a teacher. I work casually, that is I fill in when a permanent teacher is away for the day. I used to work full-time until the stress and a bunch of other contributing factors led me to decide upon casual employment. This was good to reduce the effects stress was having upon my … Continue reading Update from the teacher’s desk (and a bloody afterword)
Who wants to watch a monarch butterfly die? Pull off my wings, you laugh when I cry. How many times must I not and smile when you keep abandoning me here?? You don't fucking care. You only wanted to get your rocks off. You were supposed to help me. You said you would always be … Continue reading Break my face
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.
The enneagram is another personality assessments where you answer questions and it slots you into a one out of 9 types. Yes, I know there are more than 9 results or analytic types (taking into consideration the 'wings' and etc whatever?). But it generally has the 9 types and the wings are modifiers of that … Continue reading Enneagram 8
why do i cry every time we say goodbye? why do i cry every time we part again? why do i cry every time you don't reply so a simple message that i send? why do you mean so much to me even though i haven't known you for too long? why does it seem … Continue reading Why do I cry
Bloody Mary, you cursed her name for she figured out your wretched game. Lilith was a problem so you snuffed her out with Eve, until she too outgrew you. Zebra stripes in a concrete jungle, the greyjoy Zeus civility monochrome landscape of wavey lines. You could not replace me. You could not escape me. But … Continue reading Bleeding Venus
Has the drumbeat of your heart fallen flat against the line? No more staccato rhythms, only empty echo chambers inside. I am the Queen of hearts, it was inevitable you would end up giving me yours. But I am not without compassion, I do love to receive and to give. I weigh each heart against … Continue reading Where is the love-line with you?
Down in the garden where the veins don't flow, a kink in the hose prevents the continued growth and expansion of the mind. This channel may be compromised. I will need to re-tap the force of the tree. Music is my ideal, but I am lousy at playing instruments. I like to sing though, that's … Continue reading Music is the language of the birds
Is that really so? Then I wonder what perhaps you might do? Are you like this with all the others? How many are there? Maybe this is a game. I like games. I really do. They're fun, and I like to have all sorts of fun. People inspire me, and it's this curiosity... these.. mind … Continue reading the corner of her lips curled in a coy smile
28 December 2001 @ 14:05 it hurts to know that someone you care about doesn't care about you. i know it's like that with most - if not all - people. you give your heart to someone, yet they always find a way to smash it against the wall and laugh in your face … Continue reading LJarchive:
Someone just packed a cone, sparks up a lighter and takes a long drawn hit from their bong. The noise of the bubbles is surprisingly loud and cuts through the silent crowd. As the smoke is drawn from the cone piece, down through the hose, and up through the water filter, the stoner holds the … Continue reading Let he without sin cast the first stone
Good morning WordPress followers of this MMMOTHER-ship. As per the usual program, I bring you the news as is revealed to me as chief muse. Partaking in my morning habitual routine, I detected the motif of "sight" upon my feed. There were, of course, different perspectives on this motif. Instead of commenting, I kept my … Continue reading (4 Feb 19 @ 8am) now-sight; knows-it; gnosis.
I'm pretty lousy at guitar. This is, like, one of the only riffs I know how to finger. But there is a lesson to be learned in every encounter, a message to be read in every word. Do you understand? Did you hear what I wanted to be heard? Or are you just staring, gawking, … Continue reading Judge not lest ye be judged.
29 August 2018 I exist in the spaces between. That’s where I am do what I do best. I can't stay in any one place for too long. Because I’m a fixer, and I cant fix what isn't broken. I connect hearts, and I speak the truth. But I’m not a leader… I could be … Continue reading Rerun 031: Where does my power lie
To come in to this world, you needed some shit. or some shit like that. who cares. everything is the same anyway. I lament my existence. Why the fuck do I keep doing this to myself? Why do you keep doing this to me? I just want the endless cycle to be over. Take me … Continue reading I NEVER NEEDED but YOU made Me this waY.
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
21 August 2018 This morning I had an amazing discussion with a student (let’s name him Meno). It was incredibly illuminating for myself, well… I don’t know if I taught Meno anything or illuminated anything for him really, but it helped me feel better about myself (about what I do as my job). My ego … Continue reading Rerun 016: Philosophers in Metal Technologies
18 January 2019, 12.45pm; all words are names, and names are just words. But there are different types of names, they are known as nouns. Names are important for they are what allow us to communicate with and to each other about stuff. I know a shojun of stuff about all sorts of stuff. But … Continue reading What is in a name?