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.
Don't let them in, don't let them see. They don't deserve to be set free. That is what both she and he implored me. Let it go, Metatrope. Can't hold it back anymore. I let it go, all of it gone to the winds and sky. I cried. I was howling. The wolves of winter … Continue reading Combatome, come to get her
Nicola posted a question about preference for oracle or tarot. I use both. Generally, it comes down to the current situation. What do you want to get out of it? Because to me, literally any thing can be read as a message or sign from your inner divine. I decided to draw a card as … Continue reading Your Oracle Divination, abbr.
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
Is that really so? Then I wonder what perhaps you might do? Are you like this with all the others? How many are there? Maybe this is a game. I like games. I really do. They're fun, and I like to have all sorts of fun. People inspire me, and it's this curiosity... these.. mind … Continue reading the corner of her lips curled in a coy smile
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
I'm pretty lousy at guitar. This is, like, one of the only riffs I know how to finger. But there is a lesson to be learned in every encounter, a message to be read in every word. Do you understand? Did you hear what I wanted to be heard? Or are you just staring, gawking, … Continue reading Judge not lest ye be judged.
I am not familiar with stress. My Extra Generalised Anxiety - guides me. I've been like this for as long as I know. I don't know how to be any other way. I'm backwards, I'm "different"? Not really... But sort of. I'm different in weird ways, like... Benjamin Button in my head, not my face. … Continue reading Mummy’s Unireversal Studio? K…
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.
She brought her lips to his, then curled them with a mocking smile.
I was writing a whole bunch of thingys Friday night, Saturday morning. It was the middle of the night and I was just so pumped to fucking write. And my phone notified me that Venus went retrograde and so I started to write about my upcoming birthday. And I wanted to do a little teaser … Continue reading Symbolically just rubbing my body and dancing – a nice pat on the back