I wonder about those wanderers, the seekers who seem to aimlessly roam. Disconnected from themselves, unable to recognise something to do with home. How will you know? What signs will you recognise? If you found it, then what? Do you just stop, and plant root wherever you are? What about habits, your tendencies, the behaviour … Continue reading To the wanderer: what do you seek?
He is god. A god. To me. He is god to me. Like god. So he’s basically my god. And noooooo. He has not brainwashed me in any way. Certainly not. I want that to be made clear. We’ve been married for… this year we will be celebrating our 12th wedding anniversary on November 11. … Continue reading Profane to arcane, Diablo and divine
I don’t mind talking about me. Shucks, that is why I started a blog, so I could TALK ABOUT THE MEMEMEME ME! *bows to applause* And this is really the only place where I can expose my inner chaos. I am so open about myself here because no person, place or thing can handle my … Continue reading The anchor to which my spirit is bound
Frantic and frightened, I’m drowning inside of myself. Again I berate myself with “what have you done?!” I do things that are both necessary and benign and yet punish myself for doing those things as if they were wrong. I oscillate between oversharing and underpinning. I love and loathe this plane of existence. It is … Continue reading Allow one to reintroduce their self…
Cue soundtrack. Grab a friend or a brush. And lets (re)make some memories. https://youtu.be/e-ORhEE9VVg Aim: get from the start to the finish. How to play: begin in the centre. Roll 1 die and move that many spaces. Read contents of corresponding space. Continue. Cinderella: Life Sux! Pencil on paper, edited lighting of image to (hopefully) … Continue reading Life’s a game. Wanna play?
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.
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
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
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 … Continue reading The visible versions of me
Inspire, or model, the way to be, like me, like me, like me, copy me like me. Copy me, initiate imitate, copy hollow clone. I repeat myself. I repost my posts. Guise, lies, mise, nise, pies, quise, rise, sighs, ties vise, wise, size, bise, cise, dies, eyes, fies, highs, kies Summa, soma, Sumer, summer. Pelagia, … Continue reading Summarise, not plagiarise. Recognise, revitalise.