Three Different Ways

Category: Idling

  • Idling: AlphaInventions.com DO NOT WANT

    Anyone figure out if AlphaInventions has a working optout? I’d rather not have my stuff in someone else’s frame. The site skews my reader statistics and completely fails the smell test.

  • Idling: Idle Words

    Had to walk away from the keyboard for a few days. Rearrange some things. Still dreaming. Still using runes. Still throwing tarot. Still contemplating magic, magick, and what the fuck did I get myself into. Still writing poetry. Still writing the NaNoWriMo book. Still saying the wrong things to the wrong people at the right…

  • Tarot: CC "I’m screwed, tell me something new."

    Things have been… tumultuous… in my life lately. This morning’s audience with Jupiter being more a mere symptom than a continued cause. (His advice, on the other hand… oh boy.) I had a quiet moment during lunch and wanted to spread out tarot cards, but I had no space to do so. It’s good I…

  • Prose: Because I Had Dared To Go

    Full of coffee, empty of waking I hear in echo a longing Half ‘membered voice touches within “Come, it’s time to go, to go. Come, it’s time to go.”

  • Idling: Vain Worry

    I sometimes wonder if my mishmash of magick styles is self-defeating. I bounce between base elemental, theurgy, thaumaturgy, ceremonial, chaos, planetary, and my own bastard spice. I’ve assumed godheads, and yet am the thrall of a god. Quite the contradiction, it appears. Yet it works for me. I suppose, in the end, that’s what matters.…

  • Idling: On Love, Relationships, & Chains

    I didn’t mean to start anything. It wasn’t my intention! At least the bartender knows I wasn’t instigating. I almost started a fight at the bar, and all I did to provoke it, was leave! All done for the night, buzz come and gone, I said my goodbye’s to my tablemates and made for the…

  • Idling: Thoughts on my Lover

    Such soft hands. Another feature no mocker has ever faked. Hair as delicate and delightful as flame in the wind. He has his mother’s eyes, brightly green and vibrant. His mother’s love has marked his scent, of delicate flowers and honey. Tall and thin, yet solidly built. I’m afraid to embrace his frame, from fear…