The dream is a wish my heart made - with no logistic or practical skills to fulfill it, I am just flapping my arms around and wondering is anything will come of it.
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, fingers. Sphincters! I do so because I have a physical body and (unless I am … Continue reading SeCreation. Sex me precious, I’m a fat bastard.
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, and nou. . The famous five and the secret seven. A dozen black birds thrown … Continue reading A ratio of nations
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 … Continue reading I’m heavy water…
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
You have Mario Savioni to thank for the publication of this blog post. A conversation (comment thread) we had reminded me about this half formed thingy I started writing last year... It is part of my personal philosophy of aesthetics. The nature of art, and how it is representative of the presence of the divine … Continue reading The sublime divinity of art.
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 not really into brainwashing. There'll be no "subliminal" messages or anything here. I am a … Continue reading The goddess squads may keep their gods.
09 October 2001 @ 09:37 >> i don't know what to do with myself last night all i could think about was dying. i was thinking about that movie "stigmata" and how the girl had these nails go right through her wrists. i wanted to do that to me. i wanted to die. and … Continue reading Livejournal archive: I am a stigma
28 August 2001 @ 09:00 >> happy OperaEd day! do you know how it feels to be stabbed in the back then watch the blood spill? this whole happy something day is getting old... hmmm... well i'm going to opera ed today and that means that i dont have to be at school until … Continue reading Resurrected from the annals of my livejournal
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
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 of the nature of existence. I don't claim to be the ultimate anything (except making … Continue reading The truth about the word of god
I am far too generous with my words, my energy and my time. I give them out willy-nilly because it is my most heartfelt plight that no person be left behind. Oh geez, that does sound biblical and "rapture-y"... As an educator, I often see kids with pretty low literacy levels get shifted on to … Continue reading I like the bad boys and the bad boys like me
29 January 2019, 12:39 am; So there are 2 people I follow who seem to do a regular thing of 1 day a week is dedicated to sharing a song. The guy who has terrible timing does Music Monday, and Robyn who rocks around the clock does Tunes for Tuesday. Err... It's Tuesday now. And … Continue reading The cold spider prayed and bled
Dear Sir, I know I will never be enough for you and that I am worthless and shit. I humbly offer my services to you, as I always have and always will, as I have observed you become frustrated and angry that your tried and true methods of slave training have not worked on your … Continue reading How to win the heart of a slave.
Names are super important to me. Because through names, we understand or learn to understand things. Object Relationship Entity model. I think. I dunno. Thats something I remember maybe when I was trying to look up data-banks. It was something I was reading about to help me understand how memories are formed, filed, stored and … Continue reading My mind, my thoughts, my words, my voice, my self.
This here is my first post or ''entry'' into my book of names. A record of names of people who had some sort off influence on my life. I said I was going to start with Ron, and thus here ya go. Sorry it's not super dooper special or more. When I think of the … Continue reading In the name of RON
25 August 2018 Helped my daughter write part of her speech for school. I introduced her to the song “Schism” by Tool to help her write the speech. We discussed a bunch of stuff, and then at the end I collapsed into painful stomach cramps on the floor. The psychic connection I share with my … Continue reading Rerun 021: The speech writer