Today's word of the day is Sagacious. Because no matter what I do, it's always a saga to try to friggen explain it. See? IOU something... for more than we can keen in this life stream. (Btw. It's 18 January 2019, the time right now is 3.18pm) With these screen shots I release my claim. … Continue reading Girl, interrupted with a vintage montage
4 July 2019 @ 7.03am. Good morning sun. Good morning world. I'm a flawed human of questionable worth. But that's okay, I don't have to change, I just have to break the point of view paradigm. This girl is a time lord with an ego ready to usurp the throne from the devil. Queen K … Continue reading A thing I used to do when I had the time
The energies of me I imbue unto you this new July moon. Lady Eclipse, my first handle.
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
My father was Pekka, my grandfather Toivo. Their names anglicised as Peter and Tony... In generational order from ancient through history to modern, our initials are TPK. What does that spell? Total Party Kill. Long ago I said I was of the North in terms of heritage, but I am here in the south as … Continue reading Aquateo family quadratics
Hear me, this is the tune in my head. Right now, it's playing on repeat. Although this introduction sings along to a different tune, it's the silver ocean buoyant surfer. The sailor and saint ferrier face. Philomena, lullabies of lovely eyes. Sleep eris knight. Spin a third qua... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLAKLs9IdAE Dashboard Confessional - Saints and Sailors … Continue reading Sire needs her bear
Many names I have gone by. The different blog posts I talk about my different names and stuff. It is the skeleton of a concept I had started writing 1st May, 37 days ago. Named - identity Kim & Alita. Kimalita.My post about being Alita.Mistake maker Alita was who I wanted to be. Kim was who I … Continue reading Dark Ego, Bright Shadow. oKæ?
19 August 2018, originally titled "my head really hurts" I don’t know anything for sure. I don’t even know who or what I am nor my capabilities. The possibilities are endless. The fragmentation and permutations are infinite. I don’t even know or trust anything. I am endless in all that “I don’t know” because I … Continue reading Rerun 010: the Morning after headache
The world keeps perpetuating the concept of religion because it is rigid and firm - a skeleton to hold them up when they may want to lay down and die. It is too difficult to maintain strength in the face of self doubt and fear. Well, it is if you struggle with niggling "demons" (negative … Continue reading Concrete foundations to my stone cold POV.
The warrior, the wheel of life, the lovers and the empress. 21 May 2019. A new world calls me kamaloka. Karuna turns hard toward starboard. A new world whispers into your ear (heed my call, it's okay to fall). Its about Chiron, the wounded healer, half horse and half man. A dragon, a sphinx, a … Continue reading Tarot Reading: Pin the shadow into the box
Cataract clouds the one seeing eye. Odysseus, the cyclops is blind, there's no need to hide. Come out, come out wherever you are. Kalliope is and was the black chandelier that crashed to the ground. In your sleep you can still hear her singing of the nighttime knight, and the knife fight fought in shadows … Continue reading An archangel no more
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?
A personal reading using The Spirit Keepers Tarot by Benebell Wen. Spread from accompanying manual The Book of Maps. Top row are of the major arcana, and the minor arcana underneath. Interpreted as groups of 4, from left to right. First group of 4 to be read as divine omens. 19. The warrior: master of … Continue reading Seeking the Mysteries: the Inner Quarry (SKT)
I am not your fair weather friend. I am the tempest in&of the temple. I am not two-faced, but I am two-fold. I am the guide to placate hypothesis, exhausted curiosity may bring you to me. If you felt so compelled or could not find anyone else, I was (and am) your disguised connection to … Continue reading Your (temp)est Friend
Think of this as the first chapter. The previous piece as the introduction. Please be respectful. I'm the only one allowed to piss people off. It's my playful charm, my youthful facade and petite stature that lets me get away with shit. Subterfuge the deluge, I remove the veil of theurge. Learn from my mistakes: … Continue reading Revelation Annotations 01
Performance artist. Of factual fiction. Don't let the dazzling display of light deceive your eyes. Reality is an illusion. And you are the master. I, a mystic magician, am but a figment of your minds eye. I May be claircognizant, but I'm not omniscient. I am salient, not sapient. Homo- hetero- who cares, pan- demi-, … Continue reading Villain? No. Vaudevillian!
Sojourn of Sol descent unto hell, your spirit I am trying to help. By burning up the atmosphere you might open your eyes and notice I'm here. Lift your head, take my hand, I will help you stand. Having raised you from perdition (again), young one, you are in dire need of a practical revision … Continue reading Before the looking glass
One. Monad. Open your eyes. Language is my domain. Bullshit is my game. Ligature is my expertise. Two. Dual. Fight the force of gravity. I am the co-ordinator. I am the co-creator. I am the co-inspirator. I am the co-conspirator. Three. Tripartite. Pick a direction. I am extra. I go too far. I am unrelenting … Continue reading I am the anthropomorphised unireversal studio &co.
Swing low, salty water tides, Reveal a path so I may walk home. Swing back, high tide is time, Erase my path so they don’t follow me home. I look up to heaven and what did I see? The moon’s full face smiling at me. Again I looked up to heaven expecting to see, A … Continue reading Tidal Chariot
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.