Dictators with daddy issues

An older post from my older blog. "Your oedipal complex, is written all over your soul, such a petty neurosis. What happened to the grand megalomaniacs of yesteryear? The Caesars and Napoleons? If you've got to be screwed in the head, do try to be more challenging about it." Mastigos - Mage, the Awakening. When … Continue reading Dictators with daddy issues


OCD, eating disorders and a harsh word from someone who gets it.

I don't care if it hurts I wanna have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul - Radiohead My OCD When I was six or seven, I had severe OCD. ¬†Every movement I made had to be mirrored on the other side of my body. Everything had to be in multiples … Continue reading OCD, eating disorders and a harsh word from someone who gets it.

If the whole world went vegan – consequences

I eat meat. I eat it as part of a healthy diet. I have about 10 vegan friends on Facebook who post videos and images of the benefits of veganism, and the cruelty of the meat industry. The one that jarred me into introspection was of a piglet held by the hind legs, being smashed … Continue reading If the whole world went vegan – consequences


Deep bass liquid electro

From my clubbing days It's unlike anything else, no other gig is comparable to this when this is done right. Other ones may be some of your most memorable experiences. This is just... different. It's that tentative beginning, when the first DJ starts, and the floor is scattered with distant groups of people. At first … Continue reading Deep bass liquid electro


It’s harder to be brave in the dark

(From my religious days) It's the anticipation that's the worst. The complete lack of movement or bumps in the night. The darkness that gives you no sounds. No sights. . . . . . . . Just nothing. . . . . . . And in this emptiness your imagination fills the void with everything … Continue reading It’s harder to be brave in the dark



Twas the eye of the apocalyptic storm, slowly disintegrating every vestige of sanity from him. The storm would continue, but here, in a cloud of narcotic smoke the eye gave reprieve. Here altruism met megalomania. Here Mister Kite deafened the inner voice, and helter skelter the turbulent, tepid waters of the mind evaporated, leaving only … Continue reading Gabberish


Inhale, exhale

It slid back in the early mornings. Tentacular wisps of lonely smoke that gently wrapped around his thoughts. Vivid recollections danced to life of how she passed. She inhaled one last time and the world exhaled with her. Everything froze, leaving only the sound of arhythmic heartbeats drumming a pace. The world stood still. Except … Continue reading Inhale, exhale