I AM (is) BACK (thanks to you, dear)

3:33 in to the podcast and I have to press pause and rant. Mother fucking fucker. This is the the magician I referred to in Wolf of Antimony's post like an hour ago, and the one I mentioned in my post from this morning about my plans for this site. Honestly, I hadn't even heard … Continue reading I AM (is) BACK (thanks to you, dear)

A ponty tool by the reflection pool

It might be better for you all if you don't understand me. My problem? I only ever wanted to be understood... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ehq2a8lum_4 2008? The year I started university. The year my daughter was born. I went into labour noon 4th July (Australian Eastern Standard Time). She was born 5th July, at 3:53am. She is wonderful. … Continue reading A ponty tool by the reflection pool

Have you forgotten that I am the muse?

7 June 2019, 9:29pm. Leo the lion is a little pessimistic, so all you other tilting mindmills be aware. Turn back the sands of the thinking cogs, let not your face give you away. Don't blink. Keep one eye open at all times. Dont trust the cries of an angel. Eye to eye a steep … Continue reading Have you forgotten that I am the muse?

The god killer (skillet jackal)

Ok this is ridiculous but I think I know what I'm supposed to say but it is so not how I normally operate. I'm all about freedom - freedom for and freedom from.. whatever. You do you as long as it doesn't hurt anyone. But don't let that stop you from doing you, either. Freedom … Continue reading The god killer (skillet jackal)

Apocalyptic catalyst

Posters I made on canva as 2018 came to a close. Thus the whole "1st January 2019" launch date thing. Modern mystic mother and her Cult of Kim. The essence of a spirited soul, and her ego-centric personality. I just show these here for posterity, to acknowledge (for good or bad) what was mine and … Continue reading Apocalyptic catalyst

My voice returns aion hoarse

I wish I could sing. I love that. Music. I wish I could play, too. But I'm pretty garbage. I know I can speak, I have a voice after all. I can articulate chains of words, sentences build paragraphs or poems or pictures. Ah frick track paddy smack, words are woe upon the symbols of … Continue reading My voice returns aion hoarse

My 9 blades come to set the captive free.

I have felt so lost and directionless. I am only one, I am not capable to expanding out in all directions in the form. I must pick a direction, in one realm, and take that first step to venture off. But where do I go? Whose plea do I heed? Remember the promise you made … Continue reading My 9 blades come to set the captive free.

Know my signature, ledger a mantra

Look I don’t know shit but I know a whole bunch of shit. I know what I’m good at and I know what I want to do. These are things that we repeat to ourselves to ground us and cement us when shit gets a bit freaky or confusing or all round messed up. It’s … Continue reading Know my signature, ledger a mantra

Paper doll with heart

Tripping on a hole in a paper heart https://youtu.be/HVPzWkdhwrw I am, I am, I said I'm not myself. But I'm not dead, and I'm not for sale. I'm the kind of girl who likes to tell the world the way I feel about myself. What have I told you before? You cannot trust anyone. First … Continue reading Paper doll with heart