I am a conch shell

She sells her soul on the sea shore Salty and salivating, lapping licking labour She sells her sex and some part of herself Slip and slice her her skin tonight, pouring of the bowls Arrrruuuuuuuuugah hooooooorrrrnnn Eyes starboard the knight sky, ships off the water fall Cliff and axe to cleave her face, heft through […]

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Can you trust your senses? Visions/vision, and the versions we believe.

Eye espy sights, lights, skies and spies. Planets and moons way up high reveal our truths whilst planting lies. Guard yourself (your soul) against deception from any direction. He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake. He watches you when you think you’re alone, the original peeping Tom. Hold your head high, […]

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Jason Louv podcast #39 (posted last Thursday?)

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 […]

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Kitsune cannot explain this

Weaving the wyrd threads into twine. Braid a rope, not a tapestry. The guilt-free is guilty, the guiltless guiles. The accused and the innocent in a tailspin with over some thing, some one thing. No, nothing. No face which to face. I am a far too many faceted being to stick to anything long enough […]

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Argot naught, læs/sæl

Calling all Argonauts. Herald those who sailed with me once upon a tale in ancient Greek mythology. The red ranger may have been the captain who received all the glory, but it is the pink ranger of the heart who helms the Carina now. Kalliope is bringing the old gang back together. I’ve got Caeneus, […]

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PSA: The Winged Seer is watching

A slightly different set up than previous PSA posts. I included a couple of upcoming astrology transits that felt relevant to the reading before (my favourite part) we move on to the part where I use my super psionic pretend laser finger-pistols to pew-pew into the air. Yeah, I’m a space cowboy! Ah-hem, err… I […]

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The Holy Ghost

I have scheduled posts. I started setting them up since the close of last month. So… I guess what I’m trying to say is goodbye. Again. I know I’ve said that a bunch of times. And I never follow through. I mean, I never really leave because I always come back. I don’t know what […]

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Brought to you by the letter K

Names are massively important to me. I wear names like armour so others can’t hurt me with their words. That is why I had to start the antichrist campaign, better I start it than someone else. I revealed a hugely personal and longstanding alias of mine: Alita. I also just listed a bunch of other […]

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Kore of Queen Persephone

When I get anxious I like I think I’m not me, I protect myself with different identities. Not that I have any personality disorder or anything. Although I understand I can be seen as a psycho crazy lady. What I mean is that I pretend I’m someone else, and I can wear that skin instead […]

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Your friendly neighbourhood occupants 3

Adam shook his head to clear his mind of the conjured images of his reverie. Skin grafts, that was right. There was an accident that was so traumatic, his mind had simply blotted out all memory of anything since… since anything. Adam groaned. He was going to need find Levi again, the dust of past […]

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Star (Spam original)

Lighting up the darkest night, the emptiness has been occupied, you drove me from left to right. Save the light from the dying life, the foil replaced the golden sun, you’re waking up and walking in the drama. In all my life I’ve never been so inspired, in all my life I’ve never been so […]

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Wake up, Wednesday.

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 […]

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I’m heavy water…

The state of water is dependent upon the environment it exists. So I could be an ice queen, or steamy. I try to be more mindful of myself, my words, my actions because I do understand their power and influence. I tend to act a mirror with people, and when I may be trying to […]

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PSA: Clean your Mildew, Fairy.

I haven’t done one of these in ages but now is as good a time as ever for my 4th ever PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT from your Metaphorical Universal Mystic ( a.k.a. mmmother, me). PRE-TEXT Since it’s been ages since my last one of these, I’ll give a quick recap of my card reading style (in […]

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Totally officially 7th level psycho

See? I’m totes mcgoats cray-cray. Because quiz results confirm what was already buzzing in your brain. I’ve done this test a couple of times over the years. This is probably my best result. LOL I mean, there are no “very high” results. Whoop, but I am going to hell apparently. I managed to be an […]

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Someone knew

You were never there, Although you were. You blamed me for the rain One day. You tell me you love me And all these other lies. I smile and nod politely. You said you never meant to hurt me, Although I wanted to hurt you. I hated you, Then came down and cry to you. […]

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Personal patrons in my Cult of personality

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 […]

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This poem

This poem Is manufactured In an uninspired moment. This poem Refuses to maintain interest; Incapable, Impotent. This poem Reflects the apathy of the youth. This poem Is a clone Of the other poems That speak of ‘this poem.’ This poem Masquerades Tolerance and boredom. This poem Confuses Laziness with selfishness, And this poem. K 2011.

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The children of the Wood forders

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 our families were close. We were god-related, my parents were the god-parents of their middle […]

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