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
I don't normally explain the spreads or card that I draw on here. I tend to just throw up an image and go "have at!" It was only that one reading I wrote up in detail on here, and it was to help inspire me with what to do with this website. This happy little … Continue reading psychopathetic
So we all know I'm me. But I like to use pop culture personas to express my multifaceted self identifiers... So I'm Kim Kardashian. But I wish I was more Demi Lovato. That's the balance act between how I see myself and how others see me. But ultimately I wish I was Maynard. If I … Continue reading Personal patrons in my Cult of personality
01 October 2001 @ 13:10 >> i just have to get out of here what do i wish to accomplish? well i know what i want, and thats a new life. i want to start afresh with no one knowing who i am. so i can clean by past and be someone else. i'll … Continue reading Livejournal Archive: Fender bender
Braving the cold, Baring the soul, Exposing the skin And hair. Waiting in queue To use a computer, The bag over your shoulder Covers your back, But I see every curve Of your anatomy. Oblivious to the stares, The sniggers, You use inker in The universal knowledge exchange. Wearing nothing, Wanting something, Is it more … Continue reading Bare book borrowed
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.
27 August 2018 I have been a terrible friend lately. I abandoned my old group of friends, essentially. Because I didn’t need people anymore. I’m sociopathic. Or psychopathic. Or empathic. It doesn’t matter. I don’t need people. People are useful. And different people fulfill different roles in ones life. So even though I am quite … Continue reading Rerun 029: In need of a friend