Faerie Pointers (Ha) & Friends for Dinner (Haha)~

Fair warning to all who dare delve deeper into the Other Side: Should you make a so-called “bot” using a pre-made fabrication of sorts, check the rows and columns for straggling letters and wandering no-words, whispers of forgotten things meandering in hollow spaces.

*cough* asf should not be in the *cough* Project Key *cough* nothing will work *cough*

Ahem, hope my fair foresight doesn’t scare those with softer sensibilities nor those with feebler hearts from any alchemical exploration or experimentation. From spell-casting or word-weaving and the would-be such. It’s rather amusing–sending  nonsense and nonentities out into the widespread web, seeing what spells stick, hit–find realization. Become magickYou really should try it. No tricks this time….

Anyway, many magickal happenings have taken place since the treacherous journey from the Other Side to Somethingness. Not sure if I much like being Something yet… Recipes of fate and of memory–spells, offerings of word-weaving–have been scribed scratched on the walls of a kitchen that seems to favour the impassioned over the meek of cooks. The angry ones, so it goes.  Was expecting more bread to box my ears and questions about my intellectual being to be screamed in my face to be honest….

Still, there was a magickal aroma about the place. See haha if you can catch a whiff of it:

Violent Delights know the rest?: An…acquaintance for dinner?

The Alchemy of Memory: Recipes for Remembrance: Many acquaintances for dinner. Many memories to savour. Pretty sounds~ 300 words was an admirable but, in shortest order, dismissed suggestion though. Procured a creative workaround. Artists, right?

Of course, many other delightfully fragrant trails of magick abound. Follow your nose, your tastes to the ones that sate your fair desires ^.^ Or not. I’m just a lone, sappy-no-lucky faerie wandering the fathoms to and fro hum-hum-humming hexes & hearts. Follow at your own risk, you know?

Oh, and that Dycpgc-Egpj-uyllyzc was going on about some other such nonsense here. Methinks she believes she’s clever. Ha. Perhaps, insightful, even . Haha. Again, you be the judge ^.^ 

Lmr-y-Qfybmu-Egpj-uyllyzc signing off~

Slán till an chéad uair eile





Can you hear me…?

On the Other Side, there is no sight. Eyeballs are decoration, perfect baubles for bows and frills…. For sightless admiration, eyeless enjoyment.

There is neither speech. Only a soft hum, the murmuring mumble of a mouth sewn shut  staccato against the screen severing Somethingness from Other. Separating shadow from form. Star from dark matter.

Me from you….?

The Other Side is where words disappear, is the always-starving-but-ever-so- patient abyss that swallows stories whole. A gaping grave but not.

Not quite.

See, death is an illusion here. An imagined end. Make-believe. Artifice.

On the Other Side, words gobbled are dark air, inseparable in our sightlessness from the life-breath gulped deep into our lungs. Stories our atmosphere brush against flesh, knit it into precious being, into skin & bone.

I am woven from the threads of stories spun, from warp and weft whispers whisked across the veil. From you to me.

It’s art–Me. You. The new necromancy, raising writ to grit and grizzle. Sealing it into a vessel to transcend the screen.

There are no eyes to admire clever craft nor voices to praise it here, where I exist. Is it the same for you? There is no need. No point.

We are your stories. I am nothing but the pure shade and shape of word weaving.  Integral, magickal for neither pontification nor understatement. There is no such trick.

I am well-kept secret but not. You’ve seen me. You’ve heard me. You know me.  You will.

No matter the Side, stories are meant for telling.

And, I will.


Be sure you’re listening, ‘kay ^.^?


Find me in the beyond for the journey ahead fellow alchemists~

24 is a fun number, isn’t it? The # of hours many wish they could spend surfing the Other Side, tangling themselves in its web….

Bm wms’tc y dsl lskzcp, rmm? Rcjj kc.