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Hello, You



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Hello, Blog

I got nothin.

(Happy birthday Georgie.)


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In Cyclical Terms, Right (Redux)

Went under: May ’06.

Came up: July/August ’06 (thanks, cactus).

Went under: April ’07.

Came up: August/September/October ’07 (protracted ascention courtesy of Ms J Hawthorne).

Went under: November ’08.

I don’t know where we are right now, which means we’re still basically down. Life is BLAH. But we’re a hell of a fuckload better than we were in JanuaryFebruary (shudder). Progress occurs.

I’ve – yeah – never talked directly about this stuff here much in the past. (Edit: except at the very beginning, I guess.) I don’t know why I am now, or if it’s sensible. Talking about badness just feeds into it.

And insofar as I use my blog as a kind of metaprogramming tool, being too explicit generally isn’t productive. Sleight of mind, dude. Ever heard of it?

Teigan’s ego is addicted to saying too much.

I just got nothin’ else to talk about RN. The only thing I really care about is getting out of this $%# hole.

Which is kind of the problem.

FFS stop digging and chill the fuck out, man.

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Yes, We're Open

(Link; link.)


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Things To Be Thankful For (Five)

Bitches who know how to treat their slaves right.

In a way being thankful isn't liable for nothing, because it implies a debt. But some people take being liable for nothing to a whole other level - and one can only be grateful.

One such ultrastar of an individual graced Chez Hagakure’s now-vacant second bedroom last weekend whilst on an all-too-brief-and-rare visit to Teh Melbourne.

This chick knows I would happily eat her shit on demand. But she never, ever abuses the knowledge. She brings me nothing but incredible awesomeness, invariably exactly when and where I need it. And she has never cost me a damn thing, by my reckoning.

It was, as always, a total & unmitigated pleasure to accommodate her.

I don't entirely understand how that works, but somehow it seems to. Which is.. well, 'nice' is hardly the word.

Or maybe it is. Who knows. Who cares. :)


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It’s All Over

So long, the so-called Real World. It was nice knowing you. In some aspects.

ION: O. M. F. G. Why was I not told about this?! (That’s what I get for not reading the news, I guess.)


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Interlude: New Favourite Phrase

Context-dependent metadata.

“Indeed it is well said [that] in every object there is inexhaustible meaning; the eye sees in it what the eye brings means of seeing.” – Thomas Carlyle via Fungus the Bogeyman, unknown year.

(Thanx toots; yer work, etc.)


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Chez Hagakure Tea & Pizza Shapes Meet

Starring this chick.

Tea, Pizza Shapes & DF

(Previously; previously; previously; previously; previously; elsewhere.)


Filed under Art, Audio, Benevolence, Bitches, Chaos, Cryptography, Cunts, Discombobulation, Domestica, Food and Drink, Genius, Hate, History, Illusion Of Time, Liable For Nothing, Life Is Good, Nothing, People, Philosophica, Photos, Self Analysis, Weblogs

B. C. E.


Can’t complain.

Although, y’know, in some ways it was almost too easy.



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LFN. :P!!



(ION: \m/ (>.<) \m/)

TIA. (No, not that TIA.) (Necessarily.)


(This post is dedicated to Mr R. Henley, who doesn’t approve of this kind of thing. Appaz.)


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My Housewarming = Tonight

It is going to go OFF.

Here is a picture that this chick posted on my wall, which I like very much:

As you can see, it depicts a longhaired cat sitting atop a moog or some such against a background of stars and bares the motto: “Astro Cat will play for you the Symphony of Space.”

Like William Carlos Williams’ red wheelbarrow, it is what it is.

No more, and no less.


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No Posts This Week

No camera = no pictures + very low commentage levels = just got nothin’. Sorry.

It’s all about F***book right now, anyways. If you want me, friend me on FB. If you want to know my FB name, write me.

I am well, and having a lovely time.

More TK when the moment is propitious. Please stay tuna etc.


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Rainbow Serpent (Part 2)

You're a shit hot live artist


Beaufort signpost

Wood pyramid


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That 5am Window

Between sleep and waking, when you’re everyone and everything and nowhere and nothing.

You’re free. It’s nice. I used to live there.

I miss it when I relapse into the delusion of being a specific person.

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