KUKL (a.k.a. K.U.K.L.) was an icelandic gothic rock, post-punk group active in the 1980s, most notable for being one of Björk’s first bands. The name means “witch” in Medieval Icelandic.

Bjork has been my muse this week. Here are my crappy lyrics written under her influence…

You keep me humble
No one else has the formula
I’m so glad
Cuz now I know I’m still human
You broke my code
Done what no one else could
Stopped me in my tracks
Made me think before I act

I had this dream
I fell asleep in your arms
Fur warming our feet
Everything was quiet
We were dead
While the world was alive
But then I woke up
U weren’t there
It was just a…just a…
Telling me to be free

I liked u so much I wanted to be u
Forgot who I was
A fairy morphing into a worm
But u wanted the opposite
U missed the original me
Who used to be free
Not an appendage of u and u and u
But there’s nuthin better in the world
Than seeing your name in my inbox
Acknowledging my existence
Reviving me from the dead
I was a zombie sucking on other brains
Yum zim zum……

You’re probably wondering, “Can he really be that bad?”

Yes. Not only is he visually unappealing, he’s an alcoholic, he’s paranoid, he’s manipulative, he’s untalented, he’s anti-social, he makes scenes in public that cause the Princess embarrassment…

And I wonder why she has chosen this retard to spend all her waking and sleeping moments with. Perhaps I don’t know her well enough to make the judgment. Perhaps I am out of line in giving her my opinion. Perhaps I am jealous?

Jealous?

Ugh! Of what?

I know that opinions are often a reflection of the person making them rather than a real assessment of a thing…

But I am aware of myself now. I met the Princess on Mother’s Day. A year ago this weekend. This is significant because the Princess’s mother died when she was young. I have become a mentor to her since. Now that the Fairy, who also had mommy issues, is safely back with her family, and my job is done with her, along came the Princess to take her place.

Am I being arrogant in thinking that my role is mentor to this grown woman?

No. We attracted each other for a karmic reason. I believe I am supposed to help her get through her Underworld. Just like my grandmother helped me get through mine.  The Princess is not in my soul family.

“With a soul mate there is no karma to deal with or work at. All you have is an enjoyment of being in each other’s company.”

I have intense mother energy at this point in my life. I have to use it without apology. It hurts to tell my Princess that her chosen one is the wrong one. Perhaps my words will have the opposite effect on her. I hope not. The more everyone tells her the truth, the faster she may snap out of this devil’s spell. This is the duty of the investor. This is the duty of a mentor. This is the duty of an angel.

This is one of the many duties of the Witches of Coconut Grove…as well as creating propaganda music videos.

Heee heeee heee hee heeeee!

Article written by Thumberella

Corporations and political candidates are using MRIs, EEGs, and other brain-scan technology to craft irresistible media messages designed to shift buying habits, political beliefs, and voting patterns.

By measuring activity in different parts of the brain in response to an ad or other media message, advertisers and political consultants can create advertising campaigns that tap into the pre-conscious brain. Read more about this on WorldBusinessAcademy.org…

Hey - sounds like the technology in The Femmebots Boob Tubes! But those Madison Avenue Box-thinkers certainly aren’t as clever as we are in Coconut Grove, he he he. I mean, Beyonce and Lady Gaga came awfully close to biting our ideas with their Videophone music video, which has now gotten more than 8 million views since it was posted in November 2009, but thank goodness, they’re not actually SHOOTING the videos from their boobies like we are. Hmf. Harumf. But it’s clear they’re targeting black B-O-Yz anywayz (Boy, u cute and u bAllin…). We got our sights on white B-O-Yz. He he he. Or maybe we’ll just rely on our sistahs of Candy Slice to spoof dem bitches…

But I digress. The point of this entry was to talk about neuromarketing and spellcasting - our bread and butter - and bring to y’all dumbass consumers’ attention that you don’t need to undergo a brain scan for Madison Avenue to poke around your subconscious M-I-N-D. Duh, all they gotta do is pay attention to your Facebook page. Hello, the most important field is on the top of your page: “What’s on your MIND?????”

And now that Facebook’s got a nifty new data center, all the little market researchers have to do is gain access and feed back your needs, wants, desires back at you through your little video phone (aka iPhone).

Heeeee heeee heeee heee heee!! Cackle cackle cackle!!! That’s my witch laugh, biotches!

Twin souls collided for the very first time.

Gysela arrived with a doctor on her arm

Pluton emerged with a vampiro on her side

They met each other’s gaze with equal intensity

Mirrors of each other’s obstacles:

POWER

FEAR

the B-O-Y machinery.

Music by The Black Lips. Book ‘em now.

Art by Clutch of The Yummiest.

Astrology is an old science and a spiritual tool. It’s just like your thumbprint. It’s a dialogue. There are two birth charts for every person.

There’s one that explains your internal dialogue – your ecliptical chart: the reality that only exists in your mind, the occult one.

There’s the other that is your dialogue – your ascensional chart: that which you actually live, the one that steps out from behind the veiled boundary, and takes an enormous step into real life. This one filters a lot of that internal tête-à-tête, which may constantly be playing in your mind.

It’s my ecliptical chart, my internal conflict – the one that allows me to be overly-analytical, but is bogged down with everything people will never see or experience from me – it is here that I contain my dark side – the side that wants to tell you to fuck off, the one that wants to fuck your husband or your boyfriend or your girlfriend…it is that place that I am dripping with sex, and the scary thing is there’s only a veil between she and I, or should I say you and her?

- Alejandra Amaris
www.BiscayneWriters.com/pluton

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