I truly must apologise for my recent lack of interaction, and seemingly prolonged absence, but truly I have been ever so busy, creative endeavours coming alarmingly thick and fast.
I’ve named the magazine, perhaps temporarily, perhaps permanently.
Consider it witticism, and a little bit of sardonic spite.
Oxymoron Magazine: Brisbane Culture.
I will be working on the cover and drafting a few small snippets of the media package for you all to have a look at.
I do hope you’ve all been overly well, I’m progressively rollercoasting between okay and miserable, but honestly my dreary morose is not overly enjoyable to continuously bathe in, so I apologise and will hush.
I will be back with a vengeance as soon as possible, many things to write of, many things to share. I, again, hope you’ve all been well, and know that I miss you terribly. All of you.
A sidenote. I watched the Brisbane Tumblr meetup from a distance. I decided I wouldn’t be able to handle how terribly disappointed you’d all have been, and decided it’d be better for me to just see you all. I didn’t, though, I was too late or too early, so like a spectre I disappeared into the afternoon without so much as a hint of detection. Perhaps the next, I will make appearance. I apologise for anyone, although goodness knows why, who wanted to meet me. It is entirely possible, however so many of you at once perhaps spooked me a little.
xx
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Today is the official first day I begin work on my planned magazine, progressively increasing in ideas and whatnot.
It will be a freebie, more than likely, throughout the streets of Brisbane, aiming at people whom like me find themselves suffocating if not mentally / creatively / intellectually stimulated.
As much as Brisbane Culture seems an oxymoron, it is what I aim for, however I have a few little interesting twists I plan to be putting on it.
There are some working titles, I will of course keep you all up to date.
If you are interested in possibly becoming a submission photographer, writer, or otherwise, by all means let me know.
<3 Werewolf Baudelaire Von Senden.
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Timothy says:
Just hire a mail order to hide in a cupboard until the light goes dark enough for his rheumatism to kick in
hullo, eliza. says:
This is a genius plan
Timothy says:
Some phillipino bird. She’d be used to sleeping in a cupboard anyway.
hullo, eliza. says:
You’ve done it before, I can tell
Timothy says:
… I was the phillipino.
Timothy says:
Back in ‘nam.
hullo, eliza. says:
Hahaha
Timothy says:
Ahhh
Timothy says:
Mr. Rodriguez.
Timothy says:
What a glorious steed he was.
Timothy says:
Oh and did I ride him.
Timothy says:
Like the wind.
hullo, eliza. says:
Hahahahah
Timothy says:
One day Mr. Rodriguez stopped moving.
hullo, eliza. says:
And now you’re Mr Rodriguez ?
Timothy says:
Oh no.
Timothy says:
I was Pe-po.
Timothy says:
The naughty 12 year old phillipino boy his wife hired
Timothy says:
behind his back
Timothy says:
so she didn’t have to do the sex bit.
Timothy says:
I made $22 a week.
Timothy says:
It was magic.
hullo, eliza. says:
I bet she did the sex bit with Pe-po though
Timothy says:
Oh yes.
Timothy says:
Pe-po’s pe-po got so sore.
Timothy says:
I had to take thursday and friday off just to rest.
hullo, eliza. says:
Hahahaha
Timothy says:
….
Timothy says:
What is wrong with me.
Timothy says:
Hahaha
Timothy says:
My imagination is insane.
hullo, eliza. says:
Your pe-po’s sore, that’s what’s wrong
Timothy says:
My pe-po hasn’t been used in months
Timothy says:
I don’t even know if my pe-po exists anymore.
Timothy says:
I think it’s gone on holidays
Timothy says:
“YOU DONT WANNA USE ME? FINE. I’M GOING ON HOLIDAYS SUCKAH”
hullo, eliza. says:
A beach vacation ?
Timothy says:
little hat and suitcase, off it went.
hullo, eliza. says:
HAHA
Timothy says:
I don’t think it’d like the beach.
hullo, eliza. says:
That’s so adorable
hullo, eliza. says:
Well it’d have to
hullo, eliza. says:
A nudist beach
Timothy says:
Seagulls!
Timothy says:
… Imagine if you saw a sentient penis fighting off a swarm of gulls.
Timothy says:
I think I would seriously just die on the spot.
hullo, eliza. says:
Imagine ?
Timothy says:
So anyway
Timothy says:
I was deported from the Tith-Rodriguez house, when Mr. Rodriguez died.
Timothy says:
And Tith found a new man to touch her Be-bo.
hullo, eliza. says:
Saddddd ):
Timothy says:
I worked in a convenience store selling sand for a couple of years.
Timothy says:
Before a small group of born again christians from Australia visited.
Timothy says:
They were all quite nice.
Timothy says:
Their leader kept asking me to call him Father
Timothy says:
and his Pe-po was smaller than mine
Timothy says:
But we had fun.
Timothy says:
I guess for a fifteen year old I was pretty lucky to have met them, back in 61.
hullo, eliza. says:
It sounds like a perfect friendship !
Timothy says:
Father asked me to come back with him to Australia, but I’d have to hide in a cupboard again because his wife wouldn’t like me or something.
Timothy says:
I didn’t understand but I was used to being shoved in cupboards.
Timothy says:
It lasted four months, before some men came and took Father away.
Timothy says:
I don’t know where or why.
Timothy says:
I think he was cheating on me.
Timothy says:
His wife and him never did naughty anyway, so I don’t know with who.
Timothy says:
Someone my age, Father said.
Timothy says:
So I was stranded, in Australia.
Timothy says:
I remembered some combat training I had done for some nice men who gave free guns to six year olds in the forest in Bali
hullo, eliza. says:
Of course !
Timothy says:
They were always having amazing parties, they had this one game, oh man.
Timothy says:
they’d capture a whole village
Timothy says:
and then burn the women
Timothy says:
they said the women were unpure and evil
Timothy says:
and they were banishing spirits
hullo, eliza. says:
like realy life Hangman ?!
Timothy says:
They gave me a banana if I stood still
Timothy says:
and two if I shot anyone who moved
Timothy says:
I love bananas so it was well worth it
Timothy says:
Sometimes I’d sneak a shot into someone who wasn’t moving
Timothy says:
But they didn’t mind.
Timothy says:
I migrated north, to the Sunshine coast
Timothy says:
Now 17
Timothy says:
I found a small box on the beach, and started selling things I found in peoples houses for money
Timothy says:
I didn’t understand why people thought it was wrong
Timothy says:
If someone leaves their door unlocked, it’s automatically like a store?
Timothy says:
If you don’t put a price on something, it is free.
Timothy says:
SO I made enough money to get a train to brisbane.
Timothy says:
And here I am
Timothy says:
42 years later.
Timothy says:
The one
Timothy says:
The only
Timothy says:
Pe-po.
Timothy says:
^_^
hullo, eliza. says:
That’s a beautiful story !
Timothy says:
… I have actually gone crazy.
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Tell me a joke. I dare you. And what’s your favourite iced cream flavour?
Two atoms are walking down the street. One stops, alarmed, and says to the other;
“Oh no! I’ve lost an electron!”
“Are you sure”, responds the other.
“I’M POSITIVE!!!”
I love cookies and cream, butterscotch, hazelnut, mint choc chip sometimes, and tiramisu.
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Have you read Eckhart Tolle’s A New Earth? If not, I think you should, even if you hate it he brings up some interesting things I think you would enjoy mulling over.
I have added it to the list of soon-to-read.
:] Thank you.
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The peacock it would seem is possibly the best representation of the overwhelming response creatures and organisms have on a visual level. Plumage of immense vivacity and splendour, colours shimmering with pearlescent hope that they can indeed find a mate. The female will choose, depending on the male’s flamboyant display of colour, movement, and persistence.
Not too much unlike us, are they. Of course, throw the walls up and immediately argue that YOU are different and YOU don’t judge on looks, but you can NOT escape the immediately overwhelming automatic instinctual response we have to sight. Our eyes eat before our minds do, we process what we see and we make an automatic and involuntary perception on whether it is positive or negative. This is science, not a way of thinking. There are things that visually attract us beyond any other, before we even spend five moments learning what is behind the vessel.
Today I feel completely useless. I’ve literally looked in the mirror and was on the verge of fucking tears. I have even lost the sense of caring how I appear to others, I am so gosh darn unhappy with how I appear to myself. Everything encapsulated in such a reflective surface makes me absolutely miserable, and call it body dysmorphia and a case of the crazies all you like, I feel absolutely grotesque. And it’s beyond that visual level. All I see when I gaze into my own eyes is a miserable, pathetic, worthless, vapid and uninspiring man, whom has nothing but struggle ahead and struggle behind. The very hope that I cling to, the survival instinct, lux aeterna. It’s fading. Rapidly of late.
I can’t think, I can’t write, I can’t draw, I can’t create. I feel completely trapped in this state of noxious whirlpooling self destruction. I feel forgotten by those who said I was unforgettable. Perhaps not even forgotten, per se, but just a novelty that has disappeared. Perhaps my conversation is entertaining temporarily, perhaps it passes the time when one is bored, but from the other side of the spectrum I really am nothing so I guess I cling to what I can so it hits so much hard. I know I have the inability to not take a lot personally, and I guess it’s something I need to work on, but truthfully I’m just in so much pain right now.
My health is diminishing. My mind is faltering. I’m disappearing and fading into the recesses of nothing, and when I look into the mirror I suddenly just don’t give a fuck.
You’re all sick of these miserable, depressing, boring entries, I’m sure, and if you’ve read this far I apologise for wasting your time. I just… the release is all that I have left. If I do not try to pry the lid off all this just a small bit, I will surely become overwhelmed with the pressure and my chest and head will explode.
I do not ignore nor distrust kind words. Compliments and flattery. How divine it feels to be noticed, to feel like I exist, even if just for a moment. But truthfully I can not say I believe you, for those nice things said are just images I fail to have the ability to see in myself. I apologise for this and I guess you will resent me as much as I do.
Nightmarer, your horrors are only just beginning.
And by god you’ll become unrecognisable, twisted will be your face.
Agony and disruption, it’s coming, I can sense it.
A schizotypal regression into that dark place that may or may not be known.
And I don’t want help.
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can you tell me anything interesting about Aries?
To my knowledge people under Aries are passionate, fiery people. Stubborn, misinterpreted and exclusively born leaders.
Hitler was an Aries. :/
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