inky & the muse
greetings
______
*
list
**
nexus
***
wip
****
shop
*****
itsnot
******
stream
cheers...
inkrealm.info/coven
hours headline like minutes - 2skinnyGirls ...
The Ann Harding Society
www.inkrealm.info/1991 recently updated
https://wqff588.inkrealm.workers.dev/
By
inky
2024
2009
inky notes - nine - minaro Edition
auto-save on pause
(unedited notes/dreams, wroted ©️ 2024) by inkrealm -www.inkrealm.info (our minaro sponsored notes will be available @ wordstar.nexus/nine) ides of march and beyond... i Then bones wrapped me like wings, same meal five times a day I danced Alexandra. She kissed someone else, Asian girl, atop my stop, hands hey and she tells me making meaning, I thought it was that type of party, awake to sequin memory, Emilee pregnant, Our bath in a belly but I fear— History will not forgive stories in the press insisting: moscow dictator as we choose the same two choices every election isnt it the same in most places. except they dont have a man like recognition putin, I suggest Woolf's Orlando and find a Panzer tale in the process because marcus aurelius lost me at love your fellow man. when I was at neighbor war, fighting to record prelude in e minor opus 28 no.4 for jimmy page after that one ovationizing welk. of course i 'hould 'ave raved for charlotte saved my life in a sense... ii d'alessio the one with a behave arm, i get up my own numb - perhaps from shopping or cricket keira, outside the store, story dream natalie in a suit bright seemingly off to a fashion show it's pages not port - a man pass-anger seat she slides down his zipper from within pants. wizardry. I awake - Alexandra is going to exercise for seven days - the chords, arrived and i lean against persian notes. g, c, am, d, e...i guess key of c or g - already decided to record it only with Guitar- like a plot which organizes to present an alternate history, 312 (all this time won't do) title by emilee- left me weary of multi-tracking... Hollywood has been doing that, i suppose some are intent on the Hoax being kept but one glance tells anyone November 1963 the powers that buzz and bee hive history in blind honey pink Chanel 2103 none of us can wait that long - no it don't matter but Dang it 'hould 'ave always. subjective truth, no sense in denying denials. work in song awaits. the Fable is what remains - let us pray it is not the Lie we are being force-fed by sex media incorporated. iii intent missed soul, sole, seoul, point is upon election eve he could have bombed. Any of their cities to the ground, you 'ould 'ave, saying we are winning, The worry War. Constellation making me watch, for noomi, the alternate, or alternative realities seductive, unlike the plain lie as in once upon a time in Hollywood which faces, contradictions... concerned with nostalgia call the new track zetsubo zafa tattoo parlour for a friend in canada, toronto perhaps montreal. in the dream. i do not have awake three hours after exhaustion, and bizarre trip to pay bill and market...Richard Freiherr von Rosen, they are like wikipedia adding w.h.e. i get to sleep in frenzy confusion. there is an electronic tree, each leaf a screen containing scenes from my relationship to what they call an ex - hex on my mind, aunt knew the danger. "but they don't eat there - do they?" no, not even apple tv can respond to the question... how do you know you are not already dead - iv it is, Of course, not that type of Party. No reference to political organ in session. In fact, no party at all, not even part time - part time sleep awake wondering how the sun slips into a closed Room...literal sweat, nothing sweet in dream - I should be promoting our new songs - Maybe I miss ello.co too much as it made it feel for a While that it all made sense - Alexandra quotes the rabbi quoting Jesus and I SMH not for the locals, but imagine love your neighbor as your gaza strip. Still, I like her success as It makes me feel accomplished. Pentagram jeans in Druid Sam days, green symbol, no envy - her twin stars of davy upon Levi's hip Rock. Restless and hungry I Rolled out another tune - the Vault pretty happy to have it flexed... three chords entwined with bebop notes, "TEMPERE" - hell's ink heaven said because in confronting myself with what is the cap 'o finlandia i missed helsinki by miles - but Yes also for the word play Aspect. Geography, always suspected now confirmed, my weakness. land 'o lakes capitool of bread- Basically the commission said, the first lady's dress cannot be used as evidence or revealed. Nobody, not even in quiz town, had any questions. v i cannot say because i do knot Know, how the day actually fried such irony. In joy, track goal all done plus one, flummoxed deity - versions of goddess and vampire party... to be greeted by picnic insanity! what did macron say - three cats in hall dream - mother at bath i thought maybe it's the jesus candle, a day of mourning yet my roll out the barrel excitement cannot be contained... in thoughts that have yet to fully grasp, further irony kate was it karla's birthday estelle is victoria;s. no, wonder axe players abbreviate within a box. Recording and mixing are not talents, guess work, you find - reason at one hit wounders whereas in song writing. I partly felt this time around that chords are all one needs - feeling deaf i borrowed beethoven seventh...the notes are already in the shapes, yet even in the arranged solo struggle i still wanted to adorn jerry's resting place with grateful praise... i get to the house early, we go to a restaurant - she says i hate eating here... Aleksandra in mind with her lovely mother and little sister- how can AP news even dare to hint that this has occurred beef ore? Social media never felt so vital. I know who you are an' what league you played in... fifteen hundred dollars...they said five k, how long before we dismantle the monetary system- slow train; it costs more to store the food than to give it, crazy train; millions of people living as foes, purple mountain majesty across the fruited plains... for perfect tone use columbia needles, Ot yuzhnyh morei do polyarnogo kraya Raskinulis' nashi lesa i polya. (From the southern seas to the polar extremity Our forests and fields are in bloom...) vi The room, not school although "home" room in dream monday day off dreaming. All white, the clean bone, Animal skeleton in museum white, all my things are gone except the dresser, a radio atop also whitened, despite thinking Jupiter, space travel four moons, I find myself in 3k argument cassettes and man spilling water... dreams of my furniture, idk, wtf... Avoiding everything I continued sleeping and the ironic point in ello co was the lost captions when requesting archive they did not respond - some art too, i suppose. in any case, why lament - i try a nocturne and when the, Emotions match the key I am going to record it, as a counterpart to the prelude... it is nice to take a day. To take it as if a special sale deal, dear Lea now dearer as presented herself character without words left me speechless - re, kursk film. she was more russian than russian. more human than human... indeed I am the nexus-one... this scroll also breathes at wordstar.nexus/preview hbd, alivia. vii Burroughs had DE, a way, if you will of Acting. I had, for a while. Another type of DE, delovely ex, nothing Cole Porter, the kind of ditty that invokes the Spring. subliminal hint, shop my shop. deluxe de-lovely in dream I was about, enslaved to remorse, we have the chains, why not use 'em but excommunicated reight before waking into new hours baltimore bridge leading into suckerpunch stances, what stanzas the report said british woman gored by Himalayan yak During everest hike. Constellation nearly too good. i went into unlocked for more noomi, ra! (was a sun god) -i- pace myself into promoting the latest songs where the sandwich and the salad were perhaps telling the dj. i would eat out her ice box, until it was empty or melted - was going beyond the call of contradicting fidelity ergo ejacualte for wife whitewash spurt rock and roll ghosts. i want to cover words of love daria went full metal jacket diabolical i was hungry too despite an orange, two olives, and a slice of bread... viii dear readers, my apologies - somehow i opted to wait upon the release of 'goddess' (lyric at vsco) to continue these explorations i am not happy to report that the delay has yet to find resolution...in any case, two versions of the track should be available in a loosely defined soon not to mention v.e.clem which is also on the back burner...meanwhile if you are starving for skinny girls, no relation to bare naked ladies, material - scroll down for a live take of oh sister. ix (lyric and chords for OSPEW) verse/chorus wisdom hand magic touch held dream thin as fire our death still in a scream sometimes remembering by candle light bell chimes like your sandal shuffle right left the world our burning love ocean sand prints the eternal wave moon pours out sunrise’s yellow grave other times deja vu kiss we feel hell of now these moments we steal theft the world elevation above lennon singing nobody told me ther’d be days like these walrus blind lust sold nothing prayer knees sometimes in voodoo rock and roll we are free heaven in ruins like notre dame or me bereft the world without true love theft the world elevation above left the world our burning love wisdom hand magic touch held dream thin as fire our death still in a scream sometimes remembering by candle light bell chimes like your sandal shuffle right left the world our burning love left the world our burning love __________________________ chords, G - A - B ♭ - D9 - D x "definitions" lyric: caught the telephone ringing all alone tell the sunshine hey wait for the evening winner winner chicken dinner grateful dead song spinner flashback evil knivel flying wheels pepper mill chorus got my definitions underlined got that lust in front of her it’s right behind next to her sides it’s like my soul she rides it’s like my soul she rides lyric 2 hours headline like minutes desire holds me like iron boots questions query curious answer lies the truth is only felt in a purr lyric 3 I put the receiver down I hear the echo around town.. xi. lyric for "veclem" eye keep my word even where nothing was said instrumental song i heard it’s a wedding march it was april, were we wed? high fidelity daildialler, as modern as tomorrow russians at brandeburg gate without love its a cyanide capsule tornow jets even the dogs to fate jigsaw hall waltzing all evidence circumstantial high fidelity daildialler, as modern as our sorrow australia search party raves the spirit of virginia e clemm in my dreams beyond the graves how many years how many tears tasmanian brunette maybe all of them high fidelity daildialler, as modern as tomahrow (asking about this language of tiger mist and tale tell neon signs i tell you the plot of easy rider is the same as in turn the page or one of her glances like those theatrical lines) high fidelity high fidelity daildialler, daildialler, daildialler, modern as tomorrow… as modern as sorrow. -out now !! !! !! as well as two versions of "goddess"- 3 & 6 dream notes resume domani, ciao, bella. xii The recording, waveform 12 although "home" the track wasnt empty my lament at the impossible first take. goddess that is or was, second take delivery sirena door, i fiddled notes before third take not as on, more ballad than intended. four and five trying for time arriving at six, but i don;t sing the same without holding the axe - the full story of that song... well that is a novel, i might not get to write... in any case, cover is praise vulcan's wife - because i owe Him a poem. java jolted i noted third earthquakes in new april york i think i made friends with def and grace - she lost pick, hella died. foreign correspondent, rose glascock - no erection for films now, still at lucy in the sky with hale yup pll season one, as bad as it gets - the ppl of cali are lucky to have her... had no idea about joshua tree until. my point is you have an obvious star, why make her work seven years on a soap operaesque triviality tease from which there is no escape - so anti-meritorious. . i like the word transnistria... not sure about the place, pridnestrovian... otherwise thinking about tits. i ask myself if i really love emilee. why still the distraction...song i heard today i only have eyes for tits, i mean you... This is derailing, jokerman dance trisapol city do you like my records? perhaps it is distance, what am i standing here for? ah yes dreams, but peek the broken handcuff tattoo aurora anarchy has on her tits, i didnt mean to put down karli mergenthaler - or to like melanie marie's breast... not as on, dream pool woman with three tits. like a strap across her chest - i was playing, lost my martin, asked stood in a room where funny fat women moaned - raising their hands until wet dream... sweatpants i have not worn... more concerned with my six string - bully men take no note - lock the door. i wait then awake to find my acoustic still there. alec baldwin got his patience stolen, again - more recent scene, switzerland guitar. fifty frets, ten dollars - i walk over to emilee, is this alright she reaches red purse for money but i explain that i am asking for her permission - i got the bullets... i get up feeling the fakes wanting her safety net. i finalize the details of her portrait, nearly done now upon my wall. there's talk from kinsky vienna klimt thirty million but i cant translate cover my two room windows with aluminum foil - felt shot down and hobbled last walk. . i listen to tore down... regret my tone is more freddie, than slwohand... that is, when simply strumming here. a bunch of new chord progressions. no new songs, i argue with her...but i love her more than tits. i dream she writes me three notes, gives them to me... i lay me down at the foot of the ash tree instead of reading i am mesmerized by fluttering things of a tan disposition, a spider web with two spiders and an army of perhaps ants crawling away from the under bush - i think for a minute it is from my elbow...it's all i can think about for some time hoping she has returned to me... meanwhile i think i made friends with eliott easton. i get instagram but start looking for signs... i delete the app knowing there is no way i can digest all the content in context without misplacing logic even if it accents loneliness. i had not seen my satanic ritual art for odeya rush in a while...hmm out of the blue the hint of maria neverova but i have no idea why...i suspect the boundary problem with some family members but why riot against the unknown...best to fight nasal congestion instead... play my scales, sandwich and chips... wait for emilee most likely in vain. i swear sometimes i think even keira is jealous. surely i have said too much and i won't call you shirley again.
_ new tsg tracks available now _
*
Thanks for reading The Ink.
Subscribe to the Ink