https://youtu.be/upZ_q9CdXl4 I don't know about you, I'm feeling 22. To tell you the truth, I'm not 22 (although I'm sure I told you I'm actually 32). But he was. 22, that is. The one from my memory - the nice guy creep, sorta stalker. 22 years old. His name was Joel. What about me? Would … Continue reading It was said, I reveal my head.
I'm a teller of stories, I'm a singer of songs. An oracle of omens, a re-writer of wrongs. I'm an archetypal essence of both my ego and shadow. The oracle of Sydney shares her wisdom with the world. A wailing, blinding siren, I am the Spin Doctor. We are dumb and there are plenty of … Continue reading I am and my way with words
Retracing familiar steps, flights of stares and depths of fancy dips, tip turn the crescent, and back to meet me here in my presence. Wednesday 3rd July 2019 @ 20:34 》~•> 🔮 hey, apparently that took me 3 minutes to decide on that emoji. How pathetic. Any way, here I am. I really have no … Continue reading Throwback 2a(ru)n5 Forward
26 January 2019, 7:15am; You know it, I know it. Today is the colonisation of Terra Australis or Terra Nullius... depending on who you're asking. Aye, cogita! You are right. Thanks for your support... See... this is the stuff that just FREAKS ME THE FUCK OUT! Like... I don't 'hear voices' or anything. I also … Continue reading I released a bunch of hounds in the past.
This one goes out to... all of eu... ja, yew. Ampersand+ plus me. Let's travel back in time, the journey occurs in our minds, although our bodies remain here in stasis. The year before we embark on this boazer boat of arterial argon is 2019; I remember we started in the ionic arcades of Calcified … Continue reading I am you, & Ennui
oh Christine, you inspire such words from me. I will write a blog post, because this comment has been written and pared back 3 times already. LOL TOO MANY WORDS SPEW OUT MY FINGERTIPS, can't zip shut a "mouth" that one cannot touch.Comment on the writer's painted page. Christine Betts, the best. Reflexive journaling - … Continue reading Looking up/down, all directions
We tell stories to share knowledge, information, and ourselves with other people. Through the use of narrative, we are able to communicate and connect with others. This connection is what gives us strength and hope to face the dawn of each new day. Without love, it is so easy to give up and break apart … Continue reading Why do we tell stories? What purpose does it even serve?
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.
I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. What I'm writing. Why I'm writing. I'm just smacking my brain against the padded walls of the inside of my skull. Thwack thwack - fucking... just be... So, what's the story morning glory? I could be like mother Mary with a blessing in my hole, I'll … Continue reading So long & thanks for all the ghoti
A playlist I just made up, not on spotify, but just thinking and writing... 8 disney, 8 beatles. Disney leads and beatles respond as a chorus or commentary... the male response to the female lead... I am all the Disney princesses mentioned here. I am also both Aladdin and Jasmin. AJ... ja, das me. The … Continue reading Wisdom beat Disney
Holy shit stop censoring yourself and allow the words that flow so freely from your mouth be diverted to flow through your fingers as you type this message. Remember bitch, remember. It is a book. A beginning of a potential whatever. But it is a starting point to offer the market and convince them to … Continue reading Wake up, Wednesday.
THE BOY WITH THE CANOE Rumours blazed through the cliques About the boy with the canoe, Upon his return From his day off of school. He must be the male from the news. Cruelty to animals, And the minds of the conscious, Inflicted by a young man To the backside of an Angus. Espied from … Continue reading The boy with the canoe
At the top of the mountain is an opening and you realise that to conquer the mountain is not to only climb it, but to also descend inside of it. For the mountain is a volcano - dormant or active, doesn't matter. It is discovering the heart of the mountain holds a dragon, and that … Continue reading mTV Kribs – “it’s a jungle out there”
Again, the difficulty with being a finite person in a definitive form. People get so caught up in the aesthetic visual representation of some thing, they are often narrow-minded to think that the physical vision upon which their literal eyes see is all they need to know about that thing. Which is fine. Everybody does … Continue reading The visible versions of me
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.