Programming my bear arms to wave to right frequency. I make a ton of metaphors, jokes and overall references to the physical body. Like skin, hair, eyes, brain, genitals, flesh, bone, muscle, sinew, bodily fluids or excretions, lips, tongue, teeth,… Read More ›
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..?… Read More ›
0510 oz:io Azure blue sky with -ll The vowels come marching one by one Mhmm – hurrah harruh… uh-ha? . A – antlia E – ea I – io O – oh U – eu Wait… wha and why? Yes,… Read More ›
Hephaesteus the blacksmith, Ares the warrior and Aphrodite the lover. Njord, Freyr and Freya. Samael, Lucifer and Lilith. Krishna, Shiva and Shakti. Enlil, Enki and Ninmah. Mordred, Merlin and Nimueh. Apsu, Lahmu and Lamashtu. The father, the son and the… Read More ›
If Dean Lewis is to be believed, then everything will be all right. I heard it so on the nova waves transmitted nigh a month ago. But teetering on the edge, Venus instructed them to throw it back. I do… Read More ›
A couple more blasts from the past, pieces I had written but didn’t post as they were just half assed silhouettes of possible ideas… Ursula’s recent post about using astrology to talk about blogging made me think of the following…… Read More ›
Vala: I have a message I would like to send out there, Mr D.J. Do you mind if I hijack this radio station’s frequency? I do have a song request! And a subliminal message I’d like to send. Iso: I’m… Read More ›
A fade out transitional force, wiping out the memory this former Final Fantasy of kool. K is petite and 7/8 length capri’s are actually ideal for my 157cm (5’2″) tall form; my footprints are also small as I wear size… Read More ›
From the deep and dark depths of my archives… It is 14th February 2019, Valentine’s Day, and so I figured I would repost this baby that is a happy little tribute to the men responsible for teaching me much of what… Read More ›
I am an only child. Mother didn’t know a lot of people in the country except for those she met (and befriended) through father. I am unsure of how she came to know the Wood-fjords, all I know is that… Read More ›
Phase 1 – white horseman of conquest, Antichrist, 8 October 2018 Phase 2 – red horseman of war, Whore of Babylon, 28 October 2018 Phase 3 – black horseman of pestilence, famine and disease (oh you, papa Nurgle lol), Voice… Read More ›
These are the things that move me, the combination of these three things that I adore. People are so hung up on words and labels that they forget to take heed of the essence of the qualities of these aspects…. Read More ›
I see the manifestation of our continued emanation. Beware the hooks that tug on the side of your mouth. My love, your smile, we are here together as one. Behold our children dance to the beat of your drum. Score… Read More ›
I started writing a comment to respond to Ron’s post, but then it pretty much turned into an essay so I thought I’d just post it here. Remember, dear reader, this is my opinion. This is my vision and understanding… Read More ›
Let’s see. How do we relate this in an onomastic, bombastic, fantastic phantasmic way? For clarity must be communicated to retrace these paths and steps if necessary again I do like to endure and ensure lessons are learned. Makes for… Read More ›
Good morning global citizens. I am your host Kim Lane. If you’ve just joined this channel, let me inform you that I am the one and only host behind “mmmother” and her “#cok” (which is an acronym for Cult of… Read More ›
Christine Betts – writerpainter Rarasaur – some blog my prophet, Echo, showed me. Allusion vs illusion. Allusion is literary, illusion is visionary. I’m not trying to deceive, just trying to redirect your point of focus. Look within. That’s where you’ll… Read More ›
30 January, 2019. The time is 6:23 am. Thank you for meeting me here. I know I told you all that this is my highway through hell, but I feel like stopping my car. We’re going to get out and… Read More ›
Everyone has the same names. Or rather, I am usually surrounded by people who have the same names. Sara and Kris. Or Chris. Or Sarah. In my family there’s only one me. I’m the only one whose name starts with… Read More ›
