Tag: symbolism

PART 4: SCrMtn interluke where hey it’s the sea monkeys

15 December 2018, 6:31 am. Motherfucking lets include links and list it. Sunken battleships descending the horizon and don’t forget to breathe. We are not swimming. The story so far. I gave you the song skullcrusher mountain because I’m looking for Sara Layton AND Barney Stinson. I keep fucking losing my placement and shit because

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Part 5 – fuck my hair, get back to skull crusher mountain.

15th December 2018, 7:51 am. fucking wrap it up kimmy kim. THE FUCKING MOUNTAIN STORM THE SUCKING SKRULL TRUSCHING MOUNTAIN! RAAAAHAHRARAFAWRAFABAIVPAVPJOAVNKLASVJAVBJ (totally just more keyboard rage-smooshing. But imagine it as a battle cry, if you like.) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9O-ra3RZeHk lyrics here. I will just do a fucking summary of the key points and stuff. I am not

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Rainbow makes beautiful her joydrops.

13 December 2018. 4:11 am, and this day would be the day of my father’s 70th birthday. It also marks the 3rd day for my skeletor to  rise from the dead. (Fingers crossed, mothing fucking no idea wtf will happen?) But you know what is really bothering me? I’m so anxious not because I fear the

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Little update. Which ever of the blogs

Campaign antichrist kicked off the fucking season. The whore of Babylon is waiting for her turn. Gotta finish the horsemen stampede and quickly shove them to the side because Christmas time is coming, and father needs somewhere to park his ride. I’m summoning the spirit of sound. That happened. I posted it before writing this.

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The back streets are back open, all right?

I drive a Jeep and I can be pretty patriotic, or patronising, or priapractic. Ugh. Stuff. Andyways. I think we can’t just have this story telling time here. We need to pile on in to my car ass I take us on an off roading mother fucking adventure, just… 80 km per hour over gravel

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Proof I am a 100% qualified doctor

1802 words. Read it if you’re literate and/or so inclined. I wrote it anyway TODAY, JUST NOW (except for the bit where I said I copied and pasted it from an email exchange yesterday) | 5th December, 2018. Dawn. I like to write at dawn. THIS IS MY APOCALYPSE, NOW. Yesterday was my sundown. It’s

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Emptiness is nothing you can share

It’s 5:30 in the morning. Everyone is asleep, so quiescent. You aimlessly walk around the cold, silent house. You feel so tragically empty, yet so emotionally exhausted from… from what? You don’t even know. Your thoughts are of everything and thus of nothing. You know what you feel but to be able to express them,

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I dunno, it seems fine to me

My skin is weird. Like me. I have pretty resilient skin – I don’t often break out in rashes, my skin tone seems to be mostly even, I don’t have problematic conditions, I am also somewhat thick skinned but without the callouses. It’s pretty funny, J used to like to try to give me hickeys

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One of a trinity

I need music I need melody I can move my body I can be free, be me Get inside me, in my body It helps me feel alive I want you to fill me in my body Plug all 27 sphincters inside So many holes, so little time If I can smoothie blend you Will

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