Dates to remember. Markers to lay the foundation for your path walk through time. Life is chaos, remember what's important. Pay homage to those you love; give thanks. Death is order. Death finally brings peace. I may be full of life, a dazzling light, but existence is suffering. The struggle is to live and to … Continue reading D.V.I.Calendar.E.
I am a many faceted jewel, He is my grindstone. What he envisions, I am to become. Tender and slow with painstaking care, I am a dreamer, he is my rock. Chronographer and chronicler carve my heart inside out. . My head in the clouds, he tethers me to the earth. I am a hybrid … Continue reading Grind my skin
There is no escape from one's past. No escape from your actions, thoughts, words or memories. Because if you forget or try to move on? You bet someone is going to shove your face in it so you never get to move on. No one in particular does this to me. It is mostly just … Continue reading Trust no one. Even me.
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
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
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
26 January 2019, 10:18pm; okay. So. Without and pomp and splendour, my heart rate is elevated as I sit at my dining table, working through Benebell Wen's Book of Maps. I have been working with her tarot deck - The Spirit Keepers Tarot - pretty slowly and haphazardly this past month. That is due entirely … Continue reading Take a journey with me through the SKT
When greeting people of unknown alignment, it is proper to always show the appropriate customs that purport the civility of the times. My dead grandfather Chronos told me so. And thus it was revealed in my words when I spoke with my shadow. To curtsey is to show curtesy. To bow is to show equanimity.
16 January 2019, 2:23pm; I have spent today making graphics on canva. I'm not a graphic designer, I use an app on my phone and then select templates to use. I'm a wordsmith, not a designer. I work with wordy materials, I don't materialise visions I deigned. But I am a vision. I am a … Continue reading I half wrote a poem about jus.
7 January 2019, 4:55pm; Repetition and retracing neural nodes and links to implant these new avatars and personal associative images. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5CPeHQHAQyo KIM PETRAS - HEART TO BREAK Any time, that you like / Gonna give you my heart to break / Angel eyes, tell me lies / Gonna give you my heart to break One … Continue reading WELCOME ABOARD THE HMS Starkist, the queen’s helm.