Tuesday, 28 July 2020
Saturday, 25 July 2020
Thursday, 23 July 2020
Friday, 17 July 2020
Thursday, 16 July 2020
Sunday, 12 July 2020
There's no place like home
Tarot.
A solution to a long-standing problem will soon appear. Watch for it, and be ready to seize the opportunity
You will receive a substantial gift or inheritance.
News is coming that will shine a bright light into what seems to be a dim future.
Oracle Message: Be alert now, for Fox Spirit has appeared, and you are meant to move swiftly. Let this clever spirit draw out your creativity as you adjust to rapidly changing circumstances with resilience, grace, and astuteness. Fox Spirit helps you to think on your feet, using your best judgment and wits to help you slip into a more advantageous situation. Now is not a time to hesitate but a time for swift action of the mind, a time to think outside the box and notice the many ways in which you might make a move, aware of your surroundings and always clear on what you deserve and wish to co-create. Trust that your cleverness, guided by Fox Spirit, will serve you well.

Friday, 10 July 2020
Thursday, 9 July 2020
Wednesday, 8 July 2020
Because..
"I can’t be manipulated because I know myself. That’s the power of knowing yourself. I know what I require, not expect. I align with nothing, things align with me. I don’t question myself, I question everything outside of me."
Tuesday, 7 July 2020
Saalito and the stiletto vengeance.
I have stopped like a folded clock, a break down habit. The type where the city falls out of the stars and all the tyres are flat. That was his effect, the hand that takes and slaps. Twice Full of knuckles and dusters and points of fact. The point worn black. She walks on wearied slippers and pointed toes. The things she knows fall back and bite in shadow. Old world games. The bruising facts . I don't know when he bit, or how; but the rope was slipped like a knotted chain. Fixed fast upon hope forgotten hope. A fragment blocked. Ah the throttle of the choke. MB

Monday, 6 July 2020
Sunday, 5 July 2020
E-shur..The wench of meat and bones
He bowled in all man and tongue, the saliva at his chin. Big bowling ball- muscled entitlement was tattooed on his skin. A flagon of drivel the fraction-cost he ordered for my skin. His milk tooth banging on his flagon chest, he deigned to force me in. MB

Earning a crust.
Awake late and broken, pulled under. A cloud of mess. The brain fumbled. Bitter buttered something. I am drained. I am deadened by the things I
no longer do. I sit in concrete, with no left or right turns forward, no
leading space. No soft green primavera place. I lose dreams to limited phrasing. My flow evaporated.
I have self subjugated. Another me obliterated MB


Thursday, 2 July 2020
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