Performed a tarot reading for myself. To help remind me of what the heck I'm still doing here. To help guide my way, gimme some indication of where I am going, what to look out for, when will I know I am where I'm to go. Cards drawn 1st June 2019, using the Zillich deck … Continue reading A tarot spread to mind my business
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekpM8eD3LM4 Spin and circle the drain with me. Hold my hands and we can twirl like Jack and Rose did when they danced aboard the Titanic! Where am I? Somewhere over the rainbow It's called the Wonder(ful) land of Oz. 1 And the fifth angel sounded, and I saw a star fall from heaven to … Continue reading The red sky has fallen; had you forgotten?
I have so many fucking ideas. So many wells of inspiration from which to write. And I know I have it in me to produce writing that titillates the pleasures and this is different for everyone. I produce a kind of experience, if sensation is what you seek. I reveal the invisible links and threads … Continue reading Eo nomine
3:33 in to the podcast and I have to press pause and rant. Mother fucking fucker. This is the the magician I referred to in Wolf of Antimony's post like an hour ago, and the one I mentioned in my post from this morning about my plans for this site. Honestly, I hadn't even heard … Continue reading Jason Louv podcast #39 (posted last Thursday?)
This is not the first time we've danced, our fingers touching hands through the keys to the screens... Do you remember back then? You might have been 10? We took turns whispering our words in each other's ears. We were so quiet and sad, we were so lonely. But it was ever so liberating to … Continue reading We spin and ring our roses, a delightful game
I am a prolific writer. Or rather, I talk a lot. I prefer the mode of speech, vocalisation to communicate my message as that is much more direct - instantaneous. I am born on the cusp of a generation that thrives on INSTANT GRATIFICATION. I am the perpetually satisfied seeker, as I live in the … Continue reading Guardian at the end of the galaxy
Fez posted a poem and asked for feedback for advice about writing lyrical poetry with the aim of expanding his repertoire in terms of writing song lyrics. I spoke to him about poetic metre setting the rhythm to aid in the development of his writing, which led to us talking about rap lyrics and the … Continue reading You can leave your fez on, as we strip away the needless
I must make note of the time. The exactly fucking anything that I know to be true. That is right now. I know I am not dreaming. I know what is real and not real, I know physical shit, but I am garbage at physics. That's why I like metaphysics. Because it's philosophy. It is … Continue reading 26 January 2019 11:06pm
22 January 2019, 12.06pm; I almost forgot about this! I told the potato man what real manties were. The example he had displayed on his post was of a dude wearing a budgie smuggler. But that's all old school. This (manties) page was around when I was still school. I used to also visit joecartoon, … Continue reading Manties you can wear everyday
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.
I grew up in the real world, I certainly am not an adolescent teen, strung out on hormones and searching for acceptance from faceless, spineless people who are merely here due to circumstantial convenience rather than actually wanting to be friends with me. I matured physically and intellectually because it was an inevitability, it is … Continue reading The girl who never grew up