There Might Be Time To Perform Next Time - Much Love

An unedited dream written when possible…..

[old text entry before NXT-9 (non existent time-9]

A piece of fiction written before writing to warm up the ink.

They used nostalgia as a weapon of war. Pleasure became a burden; the intoxicated fueled by liquid courage were dealt with swiftly. An oracle, a Skykeeper speaks as to the possibility of an Archangel achieving the lost rite of passage;

“They’re not their words. The distractions keep them at bay”… “It has never happened. It will not happen. Failure. Excuses. Its hard wired into them.”

From the ground their assumptions are shattered. Known Sky Keepers represent “That which known must be accomplished yet remains ignored”. The wind screams. A crown but no face arrives. The ninth sky keeper stands…..

“His journey has ended? It is just beginning. You speak of distractions!?! All of you; fools! Why the illusion rather than the wisdom possessed? Blasphemy!”

Freewill had prevailed amongst the world below. Unwritten tales and his own people who’ve betrayed him. It’s alarming observing so many once held in high regard reduced to nothing yet still retain access to truth. Age is not a prerequisite if lucky enough to tether wisdom.

Skykeeper-9 knows what must be done, his eyes closed, his crown for the first time angled and dim; words fade in as he pulls himself out of the connection… [words are spoken without permission] “He is promising. The igniting this fire requires more than a spark, He is at this moment one man. A single individual. We see this every cycle.”

Eyes open, a glance from SK-9 sealed his fate leaving eight in silence. Banishment for speaking. Again the King speaks; words but no face:

“The man below defied your assumptions oracle. If he is chosen by the illustrious above we must open the velvet book leaving you between realms”

“Permission to speak? Perhaps I just sealed my fate. Perhaps not, although we’ve been here before and time has shown it’s favor towards our five”

Arrogance cannot hide his fear. His silence. Forearm muscles dance as he watches his words crumble. His sharpened iron is heard by Sk-9, ice inside the sheath.

To reach the holy river following trauma sends an unexpected message that they were not ready to receive. “Never have they made it through the forest of despair.” Not only did his light provide for them while surrounded by darkness, he didn’t even refill his water. To emerge unscathed is a feat upon itself but to not refresh thy water? Was it a sign of disrespect or discipline? These were individuals who thrive off of each others vanity. They couldn’t defend themselves with decorated illusions. It is apparent he was chosen and the illustrious know that now. He shouldn’t have said that. Prove me wrong and After suffering in silence beyond the duration, his aura shines like a single number in age.” (Attention shifts from expecting defeat to accepting fear as the watchers knew opium wouldn’t distract them all into throwing their dreams aside.)

A time will come when they are no longer needed and this knowledge, although never spoken amongst each other, tarnishes the mind. Past due is the time for anew. (Distractions arise when thinking of them individually; the skeletons) “Remember they are all the same (he repeats with eyes closed before treading farther). A thought calms through his surroundings. King finally meets peasant and when no difference is observed, the light ignites…

There is only one path and I observe knowing the end is just beginning. “He’s the first person to safely reach the holy crossing (Attention shifts from routine to fear amongst the now 7 Skykeepers) Never shall the hedonists, cursed by opíum trauma chains possess restraint through willpower. This is not a man. The suffering is too great for it to be. There is a halo forming. He is the one.

writing inspired by gmrss

note: never betray yourself | we buy one way tickets when we travel for a reason | A quote by Marcus: “Right or wrong, do what’s right”

These are sci-fi writings from partial books.

Funding. You know who it goes to……….

Books Portugués Royal Library

beautiful moments 💚 oh so beautiful moments

Gina | V

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Yeh wi Konnorónhkwa | Love

Appalachia.

“Trevor Jones wrote the score entirely and appropriately. The “credit shopper” who couldn’t keep time disrupted the piece subconsciously nearly sabotaging what many consider the most beautiful scene in the film and a piece of beauty musically” - Musique Hook N.0195 Magazine

[note to Trevor: the loop off time would bother me also. yes. leeching love within the depths of the degenerative sleaze industry is within their lower ranking methods]

See through the illusion. - upka propaganda

Much Love

“A set of IlI” | Artwork by Aaron O’Connor | more to come | [published] ©️ 2023

Aaron and I met at film school many moons ago. He played an important part in a project that inspired me creatively upon arriving in the city of Vancouver. I was lucky enough to retain creative freedom over the project which allowed us to shoot our “guerrilla style” production.

The film was titled “Street 🏴‍☠️ Pirate.”

There was an onslaught of “cocktail producers” and “talkers” which led to us to an independent path. The Documentary Street Pirate (link below) became our “rite of passage” into the documentary scene as well as one of our proudest achievements.

Sarah McCormick (producer) and Masiliso Kongwa (sound) also deserve a mention as it was quite an erratic schedule to abide by at times.

If you have a moment to check it out or re-post just shoot a credit our way.

I Love You brother and look forward to working together soon.

The following is the documentary that we shot together:

Stuck with her in Nevada | V

New York City | V