Calling out “experts” on their bullshit.

Ok. I'm going to stop you right there. This post is just about 1875 words long. Just so you know... Oh Hector, you're a cocky little cunt, aren't you? You're lucky I'm not a violent person. I only lash out like so when I'm pushed to the limit of my patience, or if I'm bored … Continue reading Calling out “experts” on their bullshit.

No one gives a shit about your opinions

Knock, knock, gnocchi on Enoch's door. Who is it? Oh shit, it's John Knee. I'm kicking down the door even though I have a key! It's really for dramatic effect. I totally just unlocked the door. Or picked at the lock. Or did something. I dunno. It's all just make believe, made real because of … Continue reading No one gives a shit about your opinions

Why aren’t more people like me? FIGJAM!

In the "real world", the physical world, right here right now (god, I should fucking come up with a better, more clear way of delineating different versions of reality and places...)... OMG. So, "off-the-net" (that's now what I will call the real world. LOL) I'm a pretty extroverted person. I'm silly, annoying, I'm really TOO … Continue reading Why aren’t more people like me? FIGJAM!

The worst prophet for profit

There are many things I could say to redirect your attention or reframe your headspace. Muddled minds, hollowed hearts, programed brains, souls controlled need to be cleansed. Let's wash your brain squeaky clean, spit shine your synapses to sparkle like mine. Propaganda and prophecies Scholastic, fantastic! CCC (333) F-me. A premature 2019 reflection Back to … Continue reading The worst prophet for profit

Metaphors are vessels, carriers of meaning

Now I am talking about metaphors, metaphorically. LOL or rather I mean FIGURATIVELY. It is not a literal, physical container, but instead metaphors are symbolic vessels which carry meaning. Metaphors REPRESENT concepts, or ideas, or feelings, or something! It is the captured essence that is communicated by the expression, with the intention of it to … Continue reading Metaphors are vessels, carriers of meaning

In case you missed that thing that I sent you…

Peter, the Rock upon which the church was built. Yahweh WWE. Communication/communion dilemma. Gathering magic from suspicious sources, so as long as it produces results no one cares. Numerology of my birthday, the lo shu grid squares the circle of my life. An idea must descend through the various faculties to be translated and expressed, … Continue reading In case you missed that thing that I sent you…

Chiron and healing the soul wound: a preliminary examination.

I've been really at war with myself lately, engaged in this inner conflict about continuing this blog and what I want to achieve. I have many half-started entries and ideas only I never actually complete anything because I eventually crumple under all my self doubt. I do nothing without a justifiable reason, I am lazy … Continue reading Chiron and healing the soul wound: a preliminary examination.

PSA! Articulate: word games now war crimes.

PSA: Public Service Announcement. My pithy attempt to distinguish myself from other merchants of the mysterious, mystic experience. Deck: Madame Endora's Fortune CardsThe Sphinx, from the realm of fable - Choose your words carefully.The Harlequin, from the royal court - True feelings are masked. My really feely KreWstar, the Krypton to my Potassium, inspired this … Continue reading PSA! Articulate: word games now war crimes.

I’m Barbie(gir)L, 1 face of 4 living creatures

https://open.spotify.com/track/2k2zC3hli8MJqNtlpGwVvy?si=O0pp_ygZRCi4oJhlC0Zatg I have less than 7 years to complete this task and to do it well. I can only move tomorrow, had to take handicap to make it fair to play. I gave part of myself to yesterday. There's no looking back now. I cannot waste time reflecting upon an empty membrane, I only have … Continue reading I’m Barbie(gir)L, 1 face of 4 living creatures

Bottle brush of truth.

Dear Kristan, Your recent letter regarding the word play reminded me of this little ditty i penned sometime, at some point. It was when i was gallavanting the mimetic mmmother, aka Kalliope Veign. You know me as Key Lamp currently, my dear Watts-Ohms. Some other effs, I have just thought of, we can fan in … Continue reading Bottle brush of truth.