Tag: truth

WHAT THE FUCKING HELL. Either way… drain on, strive onwards and upwards.

10:01am and I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with everything. I hate technology. I have everything. Ugh! But hey, Sailor Mercury out of the Sailor Scouts just.. I dunno. Fcuking something. SOMETHING. I am too fast. But the world just keeps on turning and I’m a human person being, existing on the this

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PART 2 of my skull crushing mountain

15 December 2018, time is 3:20 am. A continuation from the previous post because fuck it, shit gets too long to read. EVEN 1500 WORDS IS TOO MUCH. SO… I tend to just… if I know I’m going to go way over 2000 words, I totally have to break it up. SO. EVERYTHING I AM

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praise be to JC! for he gave me the SM (part 1)

15 December 2018, to begins this captain log at 1:13 am. So it says right there on my clock computer corner thingy at the bottom right of my laptop screen. I’m ripped and burning and rearing and blazing and ready to fucking ride the train. Are you ready? To enter my whirlwind? In the northern hemisphere, especially

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With our eyes to the skies, no one sees the sleight of hand.

12 December 2018, and it looks like the band is coming back together. Or most of us, sort of. I haven’t seen nor heard from Jack and I am freaking out. Maybe it’s just me because I’m a super neurotic, over-thinking, over-sharing, over-the-top fucking FEELER OF FEELINGS. But…?!!?!?! I dunno?!! Look, there are 3/4 band

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Come on, square pusher. I need you.

Look look look. Yeah I’m in a state of total and utter hypomania. Green Day sings to be woken up when September ends, well fuck, as September was ending I was being forced to go back to sleep by the rhythm of the war drums. The Harley Quinn in me retired after her thoat was

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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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Faint Tracings of Vanity Veins

6:14 am, 3 December 2018. Happiest of solar revolutions to the original sky walker, Luke.  It appears the Jedi and Sith truly now have parted ways… which fucking sucks but I know we are not fictional. We are but the extroverts in our introverted oceanic worlds. So it makes sense that we may be seen as captains of two opposing

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The girl who never grew up

I grew up in the real world, I certainly am not an adolescent teen, strung out on hormones and searching for acceptance from faceless, spineless people who are merely here due to circumstantial convenience rather than actually wanting to be friends with me. I matured physically and intellectually because it was an inevitability, it is

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Check point, sign post, rest stop.

This will help to remind me of where I am and where I began. Provide some reference point of origins and directions, intentions I may have had in plan. A little checkpoint or sign post for my crew to follow, if they so choose. 23rd November 2018, 6:15 am end of the week, Fri-yay. I am substituting as

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The visible versions of me

Again, the difficulty with being a finite person in a definitive form. People get so caught up in the aesthetic visual representation of some thing, they are often narrow-minded to think that the physical vision upon which their literal eyes see is all they need to know about that thing. Which is fine. Everybody does

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