•December 12, 2017 • Leave a Comment

it was a good day today. today. the day in which was good.

enjoy\\choke as a missed friend would say.


spilled cupz of brooding

•November 28, 2017 • Leave a Comment



kinda funny how accurate my drawn card today was. the recommendation is to imagine endless, boundless goals and desirable dwellings. if it shines then desire it. if it is dull either ignore it or buff it until there is a twinkle. i suppose this is all to inspire the uninspired into delving into some sort of personal voyage of grandeur & valor. well excuse me for being bored. there’s a time and a place for all things if i may write in protest.

i have been into strumming the strings of my doom apparatus yet again. too bad my eldest gets jealous of my redirected attention. she literally throws a fit every time i attempt to practice my instrument to the point of getting loudly upset in tears. if i am to get any sort of work done with my instrument it usually has to be done in private. unfortunately that designated time is not always full of inspiration. i have little to no control of my most creative moments since they tend to be spontaneous. my struggle continues in the most mundane of moments & events it seems. i cannot help but laugh at my own expense during this current current on afterthought however. such a silly time to be alive indeed. i will try to further understand what the universe is trying to converse with me either way. albeit i wish it were a bit more direct rather than cryptic and nonperceptible. it leads to a plethora of self-convicting subjectivity usually. i suppose the signal has already been sound. shall i ring again or shall i simply move on to yet another aspiration? we shall see as we usually seem to do i presuppose.

Rekindled Scraps of Sanity

•November 14, 2017 • Leave a Comment

finally. a breather from an endurement of consistent suffocating stifling strife and even disparaging disappointment for the most part. eureka.

well aware i have left out to write about a number of astrological queues as they manifested here recently but i have been busy regaining my sense of self ironically enough within a grand pasture of fantasy.  not much of a qualifying admittance of happenstance but my own revelations and truth are exactly that. my own. in this realm i am truly free to think, feel, and express myself however i please. a true liberating collection of moments. in this time of isolated adventure i am enabled to meditate and find the answers to personal matters within my own pool of untainted thoughts. what i mean by that is that i find it very healthy to be disconnected from society in huge doses. it allows me to shake off any toxic residue of the likes and dislikes of hexes, negative energy, and even what some would call “oho”. its all the same. a darker hint within the colour spectrum of existence and being.

in other words, disassociate from all the others who are too weak to realize the self-realization of endless, boundless potential. even more so after trying to teach these rogues new tricks. instead of finding it within themselves they will feel the impulse to leeech it from others. mainly why i had to disconnect from social media, my past is full of these pointless, envious vampires. get thee behind me ye bottom feeders!

tl;dr: find your own euphoric realm and cut the negative ties–no matter how familiar or keen.

eve of all hallows’ eve

•October 30, 2017 • Leave a Comment

this entry is brought to you by the card:

felt a little inspired by the aforementioned card due to the fact that it is the second consecutive day i drew it reversed. given the timing it does feel a bit eerily coincidental. 

currently it is the crack of dawn and there is yet no lighting but the luminesence of the mourning star. awaiting on the other end of my township for an early appointment for the collection and perhaps cultivation of my urine for a job that requires me to single-handedly captain a road ship. got here two hours early in order to be ahead of the rush hour. now i wait in the callous cold whilst being frequently stalked by the facility security guard. i suppose it’s fair enough given that i beat the employees by over an hour. how unusual, this we know.

may have to get used to writing entries through the mobile tracking device again seeing that i already have this position. look forward to hot shotting across the nation again, hardly. there are definitely worst for wear ways for grinding for the currency of the beast either way through my experience. 

seems i’ve been rambling at this point. 


eve of a friday the 13th

•October 12, 2017 • Leave a Comment


card pretty much says it all.

happy date of birth to me.

the sun shinez upon me

•October 11, 2017 • Leave a Comment

though i have found much opposition and conflict of interest here lately i feel quite vitalized. i suppose that is why the lower everything is drawn to my recent immaculate vibratory explosion. the harvest moon looked gorgeous the other night. a sight i will not soon forget. such a vision gives me hope and cool warmth. i know now that the only thing in my way is myself. everything is a choice. choose an undesirable situation and you will undoubtedly suffer for it. i do believe i am very ready to experience the contrary. if it is present to call upon then consider this text the summon.

peace be with us.

thoughtz on revelation 12

•September 29, 2017 • Leave a Comment


it appears as if september 23, 2017 marked some sort of date of significance. rumour even has it that the event had already occurred in 1999 and 2005. a topic of interest begging further exploration in its own right. most surely i would have written about it on the eve or day of but i was feeling quite ill of the grotesque disembowelment of filth that i was facing in my personal life. unfortunately it was more of the same kind of torture & displeasure that i have dealt with since my early childhood. step parents are an abomination to children i feel. i would probably never volunteer to fill such a role based on my own experiences alone. whether that makes me a generalizing arseling or not to others matters to me not. it all boils down to favouritism, prioritization, as well as resource & energy reserves. it is beyond fact that i would always come after my step-fathers seed. i do recall many of my playthings & rags being confiscated and redistributed to my half-siblings. out of principle i would normally not address them as such but i realize now that it is willingly being naive to pretend otherwise.