2005 was a huge year for me in a few different ways. They're rather trivial reasons, I suppose, but they're important to me. I like science fiction, fantasy, satire, dark comedy and psychological horror. I love speculative fiction. I'm only going to address just one highlight of 2005 in this post. Threshold (tv series) The … Continue reading DNA activation or manipulation? Mission of signal transmission.
Eye espy sights, lights, skies and spies. Planets and moons way up high reveal our truths whilst planting lies. Guard yourself (your soul) against deception from any direction. He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake. He watches you when you think you're alone, the original peeping Tom. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMOGaugKpzs Hold your head … Continue reading Can you trust your senses? Visions/vision, and the versions we believe.
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.
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)
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Another fun little thingy from the past. Chronomancy in this day and age sure is a shit ton easier than before. The practice of soul retrieval is an easy enough exercise, but it takes great patience and many tests of skill to master it. Memories are crucial for this to work, combined with sensory triggers … Continue reading Chronomancy for persephone
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
Where will you be when the walls come crumbling down in the citadel that you live/loathe/love? One day while the people pray, a small voice will stop to ask you what you did that sent you away? So here we are on opposing sides, a line was drawn to divide our minds. A reflection of … Continue reading Are we called to witness, or war?
Because im a scared little chicken (rooster, #cok, my minute pillar, i sang a tune as the sun was rising and shit... peter felt guilty about his... reputation..? Or was it his conscience...? I dont remember) (Can i just cock up this song and save us both the embarassment of my long winded introductions?) While … Continue reading Brian come back with the krakrn
I’m a teller of stories, I’m a singer of songs.An oracle of omens, a re-writer of wrongs.I’m an archetypal essence of both my ego and shadow.The oracle of Sydney shares her wisdom with the world.A wailing, blinding siren, I am the Spin Doctor. We are dumb and there are plenty of self-named experts who claim to … Continue reading I am and my way with words