Last night, Laura posted a video and I pressed pause at like 1:42. The guy in the clip was asking or stating “who are you, who are you.” He wasn’t asking, or if he was, his voice didn’t have that lilt at the end of his statement that is indicative of a question. I know … Continue reading Who are you is who I am.
burning the cross with Chaos on it, on fire, the discord a hysterical farce. and I am reminded that's why I am brought in. Not to be a wise sage or respectable teacher, but to be the the foil I always was, I am the comic relief. This does not quell my soul at the … Continue reading I’m chaos on fire, stolen breath
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
I am not a unique snowflake. Well, I am. But so is everyone else. I am no different to any of you. But I am. Because I am not you. I’m me, unfortunately. Or fortunately, I guess. It depends on how we look at things, and the narrative we convince ourselves we are living. And … Continue reading What makes me stand out? My Provocation is fascinating…
I will slay all words and lay them before you here, at our feet. The weapon I wield is the subtle sword, I keep behind my teeth. Words are useful tools, they are the living vehicles of evolution. With our words we are able to share the views of our worlds. A vista of vision, … Continue reading Mark my words, X marks the spot
If you have seen this face or my words somewhere else before, you may remember me prancing about WordPress blogging as Modern Mystic Mother. I have since dropped that moniker, only by any sort of "official" personality. There is an online store called Modern Mystic and I have no connection with that. Also, there had … Continue reading Why did I want to start a blog? I answered this and still don’t know.
Well done. You dreamed a dream and in comes your remedy. I heard your cry when you fell down. You heard not my words though you watched the lips of my mouth. Look up when you're down, stand up for yourself. How many battles have we thought we had won? The messier it gets as … Continue reading Songbird signals the sleepers to seek
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 … Continue reading Proof I am a 100% qualified time lord
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