Raving Stories

It's Raver J & a Cetacean Situation. Artivist flash fiction.

An short, uncovered journal entry written by Rayman, describing his horrible time in the clutches of the Rabbids. How he feels, his time in slavery, his motives, and generally how it felt to be a lowly gladiator to the abominations that are the Rabbids. Read this story to find out what really happened behind the bars. Warning: Contains murder and mild blood and gore

A young girl's experience of London underground raves and her struggle with the lifestyle it sometimes brings. Mysterious stranger helps her when she needs it most, but when she finally tracks him down she is stunned at what she discovers...

i said I don't use this app but maybe sometimes. On rare occasions

J.O.E. stands for Journey of Enlightenment. This is the continuation of a journey. Consider it a non-dual inquiry diary. This is real life. Join for the ride of this lovely rant and may you, too, come to realize (the) absolutely no-thing ;)

it was more of a lob than a swing with the delicate grace of a slo pitcher, he swiftly swung his arm back and then like a pendulum in mid-motion, he lobbed forward and released the bottle soared- with wings and patience as though guided by lasers - glass bottle and glass windshield met, marbling then took full effect with the splash of the crash the chase is reborn flex is now fury the engine in our old, foreign, little bus came to life with a shrill whine we awkwardly shifted lanes, without sunlight or dry ground to ease our travel our pursuers steadfastly followed suit, the draft from their new opening surely providing enough chill to keep them alert as the memory before the lob is foggy, so too are the memories that follow there were no police chases or hospital visits this time we all must have had our horseshoes firmly inserted that night

Series of articles and observations on pop-culture and society told from an unusual perspective. I lived the celebrity lifestyle myself (as an MTV VJ), but threw in the towel in 2001 and buggered off to the jungles of Belize, where I still live with my lovely husband and our two (homeschooled) kids.

random thoughts i have. i want to update daily, like a diary sort of thing. probably not gonna happen. :3

Three poems showing a glimpse of addiction from beginning to end from experimenting to being hooked from good times to miserable times. This is just my opinion and a little insight into my life.

The journey of enlightenment (JOE) needs to be worked out - IN WRITING (says my guide). "Okay then, let's do this!!!", I finally say with fists raised to the sky. So, what are you really in for, my dear reader? Possibly a phrenetic mess. This is not a story. It is a story destroyer. Be warned as it might affect your very perception of reality. This is a part of yoga. It is the inquiry aspect and meant to lead toward Full Awakening, Truth Realization, Self Realization aka, as some call it, Enlightenment. It will read differently in each chapter because this is like a personal diary of a process, however, it is also being written with you in mind. Each "chapter" will be an entry, diary style, of me trying to work out what is True. This is a process Jed McKenna (the inspiration of this endeavor) calls "autolysis". This will be happening in real time and not with a bunch of editing. I don't know what it will look like. Maybe a reality show in words? We shall see. Wish me luck.

My ranting and ravings about things going on in my life, movies, TV shows and books. Feel free to comment or not. These are just my thoughts and opinions. WARNING: May contain spoilers about TV shows and movies.

Just me ranting about certain things going on in life, whether it goes on with me personally, or what I see from the outside. I can probably fill a whole library full of rants, but imma just chill because (ain't nobody got time for that)

Another 'Sexual Tension Squids' just cos I was asked. I give in to requests eventually. March 2015 until who knows