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

(k)imagine my 23 enigma

A whole new world, thats where I'll be. A thrilling change, a psychotic break, from you to me. I hear songs in my head, but not really. And i wonder why it matters at all that I continue here, pretending I have a purpose that serves anyone or thing besides that which serves myself. reading (k)imagine my 23 enigma

call of the Antikryst: cultivation of a personality

I am a fucking mess. I never know how to lay myself clear, linear thought like words on a page fucking SUCKS because in my head and heart, everything is connected. Circular. Spiral in and out, hokey pokey shaking all about. I can only Express the path that I took to get here. I don't … Continue reading call of the Antikryst: cultivation of a personality

Whose did you think I am

This is a consideration of not only the linguistic postulation of that which considers I am as I am, but as the trigger for a didactic exploration of the essentially edentulous, existential quandary… Who do you think I am? Who do I think I am? Am I because I think that I am? Or am … Continue reading Whose did you think I am

Welcome to Ken’s dream dollhouse

7 September 2019 @ 10:07pm; I am his prized Barbie girl: interactive and malleable. Neuroplasticity is effing ineffable. 19 September 2019 @ 10:09pm; holy shrink what a co-winky-dink. How's that? Shit I'm sorry for evoking your spirit in the middle of a shit? 25 September 2019 @ 9:01pm; say something beautiful, say something that is … Continue reading Welcome to Ken’s dream dollhouse

Stars lie, you cannot trust the sky lights

appearances playback in reverse sequence. the words I wrote first are behind you, at the end. this sky reflection in my introduction was written last and is featured first. the title of the next heading is the newest addition to the lines that it heads. See time is a fucker, and we end up confusing … Continue reading Stars lie, you cannot trust the sky lights