animation, Art, bloggity blog, poetry

broken dolls, clay and strings and 1996 frames

Well... it only took me 4 weeks... but I did it. 1996 frames... my biggest project yet. A true monster. It has been a long day so I will not turn into Ramberley and ramble ramble ramble... I am still really enjoying making the stop motion. It mostly comes out the way my brain wants… Continue reading broken dolls, clay and strings and 1996 frames

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bloggity blog, health and shit

Please send me cute animal GIFs while I take a moment to panic about how short life is…

The great and powerful, mystical Life Octopus has handed me one if its dick tentacles... a life lemon, mayhaps. I have awoke with a familiar burning pain in my neck. One that has filled me with dread and a deep foreboding onism. My shingles has returned like a shitty, racist relative you had hoped had… Continue reading Please send me cute animal GIFs while I take a moment to panic about how short life is…

bloggity blog, poetry

a breeze-caught dream

I made a wish unlike those which had come before it wishes for others, undeservingly wishes for health of those who abuse their bodies treating themselves like trash, like garbage, like waste, waste of space reused and chemical-filled bottomless pits of excess and vices more and more and more wishes for the happiness of those… Continue reading a breeze-caught dream

Art, bloggity blog, poetry

Holes… adventures in stop motion

So, instead of coming here and just putting up this video and then fucking off, I wanted to talk a little about what the actual fuck I am doing. Amberley made a decision to combine poetry with something I have always wanted to do but never had the guts to give it a go... and… Continue reading Holes… adventures in stop motion

bloggity blog, poetry

moves me to words

Why have I suddenly found this so difficult Doing the thing I think I do best Doing the thing I feel is my calling My soul's purpose Not writer's block But soul block Not the lack of things to say Not a lack of words to use But a lack of desire To beat the… Continue reading moves me to words

bloggity blog, Mother Fucking Rant

I’m an adult, I swear!

There is nothing quite like living with a parent when you are an adult to make you feel like a fucking child. I have a number of friend people in a similar situation to me. Finding themselves in a space in their life where they have had to either move back home or simply share… Continue reading I’m an adult, I swear!

bloggity blog, poetry

other than compulsion

Sometimes it's difficult Not to find the words I have plenty of those Words like compulsion, superfluous, vexatious But it is difficult to find the focus To find the thing I want to Need to Create about And then only think of that My mind is like my tongue Not awkward like speaking (Not in… Continue reading other than compulsion

bloggity blog, poetry

through this year

"Good bye" the last words spoken. My past me left behind in a haze of cigarette ash, cruel words and bloody feathers strewn. Sworn to myself it would be the last last time. I gave you too many finalities. I gave you too many second chances, second thoughts. You gave me too many "I'll never… Continue reading through this year

bloggity blog, poetry

fire water burn – the fiction

The moon peeks from behind the clouds Shimmering hazy through shifting smoke thick The acrid stink fills my nose And I realize I had blacked out I look up and look around The winter cold night is heating up Flames, so pretty dancing How long was I gone? Feeling like I just broke out of… Continue reading fire water burn – the fiction

bloggity blog, poetry

the madness beneath

Some days I feel my crazy slipping. My mind, the fragile beastie it is, plays tricks on me. Trying to convince me to give in. Just relax into, give in to my madness that lurks beneath the surface. Like sinking into a warm bath. That is when I am forced to grab a stick and… Continue reading the madness beneath