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A guitar strummed, a song sung from memory once heard; felt needed then, felt needed now. I’m glad I paid attention in Tetsuya Mizuguchi’s Space Channel 5, thanks Ulala. xoxo
June 24, 2025 at 4:52 AM
A guitar strummed, a song sung from memory once heard; felt needed then, felt needed now. I’m glad I paid attention in Tetsuya Mizuguchi’s Space Channel 5, thanks Ulala. xoxo
What was it that you wished to do, Vivant Denon? I am following suit; to commit to memory as well as page this message, somewhere, somehow; a moonlight message, ye ken. Don’t we look at the same moon, stars, and sun? To whom do we turn when the latter is away? One another, sunflower.
June 23, 2025 at 3:42 PM
What was it that you wished to do, Vivant Denon? I am following suit; to commit to memory as well as page this message, somewhere, somehow; a moonlight message, ye ken. Don’t we look at the same moon, stars, and sun? To whom do we turn when the latter is away? One another, sunflower.
That and this one always make me absolutely bawl on the floor. Every time.
June 21, 2025 at 7:33 PM
That and this one always make me absolutely bawl on the floor. Every time.
Speaking with trees and plants of all kind, in kind, with kind; I see now my own folly differently based on how the seeds fall yes but also how the soil is tended. Mind the gap. Somebody’s gotta do something with all these teeth being stolen by the marauders of the Tooth Fairy’s Castle.
June 21, 2025 at 12:29 PM
Speaking with trees and plants of all kind, in kind, with kind; I see now my own folly differently based on how the seeds fall yes but also how the soil is tended. Mind the gap. Somebody’s gotta do something with all these teeth being stolen by the marauders of the Tooth Fairy’s Castle.
He pressed the panhandle first to my groin and then my throat, where all masculinity finds itself, and I pushed the barrel of it to my temples, and tapped twice. I know well these shores down to the sound of the native sand which squeaks as the weasel faster than a seven day week.
June 20, 2025 at 2:12 AM
He pressed the panhandle first to my groin and then my throat, where all masculinity finds itself, and I pushed the barrel of it to my temples, and tapped twice. I know well these shores down to the sound of the native sand which squeaks as the weasel faster than a seven day week.
What Lucas found within and among friends, Claus found in his environs the choices limited by circumstance and situation. In a field of sunflowers facing the sun, should clouds appear and hide away the sun’s light, the blooms turn to one another to remember the light within one another.
June 16, 2025 at 4:22 PM
What Lucas found within and among friends, Claus found in his environs the choices limited by circumstance and situation. In a field of sunflowers facing the sun, should clouds appear and hide away the sun’s light, the blooms turn to one another to remember the light within one another.
يا حي يا قيوم
يا راحم يا رحمن
يا راحم يا رحمن
June 15, 2025 at 3:17 PM
يا حي يا قيوم
يا راحم يا رحمن
يا راحم يا رحمن
Listen. Hear. Remember, perhaps, you will. The door is closing. I mean that like it sounds. Cannot you feel the hands turning in each of our hearts? Never has it ever been “one, and done.” No golden ticket to the factory; a world of lotteries and vouchers. Here, I stand before you. Show me.
June 12, 2025 at 12:12 PM
Listen. Hear. Remember, perhaps, you will. The door is closing. I mean that like it sounds. Cannot you feel the hands turning in each of our hearts? Never has it ever been “one, and done.” No golden ticket to the factory; a world of lotteries and vouchers. Here, I stand before you. Show me.
Let’s exchange the experience.
June 11, 2025 at 2:54 AM
Let’s exchange the experience.
Two skeksis-esque individuals discuss the recent sighting of bearded vultures circling a tower of silence. They remark the loveliness of my bones.
June 10, 2025 at 11:19 PM
Two skeksis-esque individuals discuss the recent sighting of bearded vultures circling a tower of silence. They remark the loveliness of my bones.
“—you'd think I would have thought a plan
to end the inner grind,
but not till I have found a man
to occupy my mind.”
to end the inner grind,
but not till I have found a man
to occupy my mind.”
June 10, 2025 at 4:12 AM
“—you'd think I would have thought a plan
to end the inner grind,
but not till I have found a man
to occupy my mind.”
to end the inner grind,
but not till I have found a man
to occupy my mind.”
Hello. Hey, hi there. Fancy seein’ your mug in my kitchen just’a loitering outside the cabinet on the counter, mind the gap for every cat knows what’s what and what’s not and with a flick or a swish, ominous whooshing.
June 7, 2025 at 12:49 PM
Hello. Hey, hi there. Fancy seein’ your mug in my kitchen just’a loitering outside the cabinet on the counter, mind the gap for every cat knows what’s what and what’s not and with a flick or a swish, ominous whooshing.
You cannot grasp the true form of Giygas. Giggity.
June 6, 2025 at 2:12 PM
You cannot grasp the true form of Giygas. Giggity.
Rise, my spartoi. The lady of Colchis has appealed to Demetre, knackered with Hera’s wilful tolerance of her husband’s actions and if not for the sake of Persephone then perhaps Maria is considered as Carnival for in what would could a boy ever become a witch except on one atop the great Atuin
June 1, 2025 at 12:57 PM
Rise, my spartoi. The lady of Colchis has appealed to Demetre, knackered with Hera’s wilful tolerance of her husband’s actions and if not for the sake of Persephone then perhaps Maria is considered as Carnival for in what would could a boy ever become a witch except on one atop the great Atuin
Jean Phillippe Batiste, after years of work with freeing guinea pigs from fecebook marketplace breeders, diversified his portfolio and diligently made every effort to provide specific details regarding his buzz-words he learned in his A.I. C.V. college course, or so Mistress Bellamouissa informs me.
May 31, 2025 at 11:25 AM
Jean Phillippe Batiste, after years of work with freeing guinea pigs from fecebook marketplace breeders, diversified his portfolio and diligently made every effort to provide specific details regarding his buzz-words he learned in his A.I. C.V. college course, or so Mistress Bellamouissa informs me.
Showing grown-from-seed goods to interested parties. Girls you’ve got to know when it’s time to turn the page when you’re only wet because of the rain.
May 30, 2025 at 1:51 PM
Showing grown-from-seed goods to interested parties. Girls you’ve got to know when it’s time to turn the page when you’re only wet because of the rain.
Perhaps those who deviate from the norm, whatever the reason and whatever the inciting incident, or series of events, whether fortunate or Lemony (make juice baby), are forever inextricably torn from the flock, disconnected like Bob, from the ‘Net where Sarah Bullock came from.
May 29, 2025 at 5:45 PM
Perhaps those who deviate from the norm, whatever the reason and whatever the inciting incident, or series of events, whether fortunate or Lemony (make juice baby), are forever inextricably torn from the flock, disconnected like Bob, from the ‘Net where Sarah Bullock came from.
She said, “I don’t want a boyfriend, I don’t want a house built on the sand, I don’t want a lover; I want a man, a coming-from-my-heart man, sweet like honey, drippin’ to touch and taste, lights my fire burning all night and day.”
Yes, sis.
Yes, sis.
May 27, 2025 at 10:22 PM
She said, “I don’t want a boyfriend, I don’t want a house built on the sand, I don’t want a lover; I want a man, a coming-from-my-heart man, sweet like honey, drippin’ to touch and taste, lights my fire burning all night and day.”
Yes, sis.
Yes, sis.
And I care not what the hecklers may say, yes, even above the clamour of those clamouring over a throne upon which sits shit, indeed the throne itself is shit. Regardless! Gold Dust’s turn for Girl disappearing really hits in these moments.
May 23, 2025 at 5:56 PM
And I care not what the hecklers may say, yes, even above the clamour of those clamouring over a throne upon which sits shit, indeed the throne itself is shit. Regardless! Gold Dust’s turn for Girl disappearing really hits in these moments.
Was it Automator that said we keep the funk alive by, by—? Nah that was Del. Feelin’ like a ghost in the shell. Who is Al-Khabeer? That whole record is sick. (The revolution will be heard.) drums beating in the veins, a song with full orchestration.
May 23, 2025 at 5:42 PM
Was it Automator that said we keep the funk alive by, by—? Nah that was Del. Feelin’ like a ghost in the shell. Who is Al-Khabeer? That whole record is sick. (The revolution will be heard.) drums beating in the veins, a song with full orchestration.