Pencil Blabber: An account of an hour...

This is one of my entries called "An account of an hour..." from a series which I call "Pencil Blabber"  from my little witing/drawing book . The original is alot harder to read and gets interrupted by drawings:

It was Mondy 2nd of May 2011. I sat on the seat of my desk wandering with my eyes around the familiar girlish pink walled room. I should have been focusing on my studies but my mind drifted to the silent, invisible culture of my every-deay dwelling.
Little dents, ancient stickers, remains of blue tack and cellotape once holding pictures of my surreal world of which had ceased to remain on display and joined the underworld of dust and little underworld of dust and little undiscovered beasts and wonders, or joined the cult of papers containing my 2D representations of my imaginings. Some, however had been torn and removed - minature faces of long fringed boys which age's sweet and sour haze had renounced as distasteful to remain and to look at, so those really had to go.
Nethertheless, beyond this physical world there is the not-so physical world. Something in the patterns cracks, and craters in the old paint and wood, some formation of them which trigger the ability to unlock the hidden door and project little faces in my mind, some demonic and some sweet and some almost painted scenes of special, enchanted worlds.
I shall go on to explain what the 'hidden door' is later but perhaps you can guess...
Back to that hour; It was sunny that afternoon, not exactly 4 (o'clock) but close.
The faithful minutes that forevery accompany their fellow hours lack importance, they just stand by and watch as the hours take recognition and fame. Though, the minutes which are treasured stand alone, they are small gold, snippets of worthy time lucky to be remembered and reflected.
That afternoon had its own bathing of gold. The sun had gushed through the cracks of the clouds and enlightened the walls in angelic yellow.
Strangely enough amidst the yellow, body-like shadows swayed and waved drooping libs like shados-puppet dancers. This beautiful ceremonious display captured me immediately filling my struck heart with their enchanted gold. Of course, there had to be an explanation of the apparations and there was; I recognised the figures as trees and I looked outside and saw the swaying giants of the beast-plants. Outside in green flesh, the trees looked like melancholy beings tramping sadly to some silent dispairing tune perhaps of the sky and sun pitying the separation from the moon and stars, but here in shadows they looked like magnificent kings with moves elegant, bold and hearty, exagerated with joy.
I smiled at these two paralel worlds, they were beautiful to me alike many of my other collections of world inside my head.
This is the cause of the hidden door. It's function is to show its owners a different world, another way of seeing.
Its sad truth is that very few have the power to open it so it remains shut growing dusty and unacknowleged, though time may open it and so, allow them to see another beauty, to see the beauty of the beyond.
Furthermore, a note to you the reader and or listener and also the half-child girl, close to adult years but still fascinated by fantasy scribbling instead of working; Never overlook the shadows and the walls. When they may seem bleak or frightening they are only veils hiding the worlds they keep, waiting to be discovered by some venturing mind. Every individual will see a different world and yours is wating patiently for you.

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Demon Piggy!

These are a few edits I made of my guinea pig Timmy, a lovely little chap he is, not quite so demonic looking as these piggies. I was thinking of perhaps using them as album covers sometime in the future!

Demon Piggy in Barbed Hell

Demon Piggy

Pondering...Pondering...

Hello, my name is Natasha. It is but a name though it has my identity attatched to it. I much prefer the name Distortika-Infantika as it means more than 'Natasha'.
Anyway, I shall continue. As a human does I ponder on the existance of things and the things that could exist.

If we had remained hunters and gatherers without the dependance of technology would it make us any better?
- I personally believe that is so as we wouldn't have to attempt to undo the mess we created or make it worse and we would respect our environment better. Though despite our damaging existance I think humans are a pretty amazing species.

War - A cause of agony and destruction? Or A rightious act of defending one's country?
- If it were up to me, if I was some sort of reality-bender or god I would abolish it though I am meerly one human being in a world of many. To me war itself should not exist, too many people gladly sacrificing their lives for another's hate, however, as long as one man/woman wants or hates it will continue. Despite my negative view on it the act of defending one's country I respect a great deal - I mean, to put your life before everything you love is an incredible act which I admire and question whether I would do so myself! So, I believe it is both a negative and but rightious.

Are there other universes, if so what are they like?
- I personally believe that there are other universes with perhaps the same logics: gravity, breathing, nutritian as essentials just like our universe but with different creatures, perhaps centaurs, fauns, unicorns and fairies, or maybe lands of peaceful beings or possibly war-ridden civilasations of horned beasts and any more amazing possiblities you can imagine! - This list of amazingcould be endless!
 _Perhaps there are universes where their logic would seem strange to us - water spirals around into the sky, people walk on the sky, grass grows from our minds, we speak by changing the colour of our eyes.
Though, there could be very basic but beautiful (I think) universes with endless spaces of black or cream or colourless with many tiny and maybe bigger coloured particles floating around in this space forever until its universe collapses! And if they bumped into each other it wouldn't matter, they feel no hate, no joy, no life they just float around without thinking about anything! I would imagine that to float with them would be incredible bliss!
 _Maybe there is a universe which is only an infinate soft grassy plane with hills and many lights in the sky of all shapes and sizes and in this universe it is forever night so the light is always visible.
Perhaps there are universes where there is only sky and in the sky float great creatures with long snake-like bodies whose only purpose is to dance in the sky and they never need to eat or sleep.
Perhaps there are very simple universes which are endless spaces of colour or sound.
All would be untouched by any animal!
 _To me these seem like beautiful places though the only things missing are the people to admire them!

Now a common one: What happens after Death?
- I have a number of theories of what happens after death:-
1) A part of us which is not flesh transfers itself to another universe and into another body and only the parting of the non-flesh part or 'soul' if you like, can open a way to another universe.
2) The non-flesh part goes to another dimention invisible to us though they can contact us in dreams, however every individual will see this dimention differently as it has no physical form it is just there and dreams, to me, form places to make sense of things.
3)We are existances more powerful than we know who survive by an invisible attatchment like thread to a flesh body and when that dies it moves onto a newborn body. This could explain 'Deja-vus' and telepathy - perhaps the threads of these existances cross and become one. Though these beings are powerful they start off as 'blank existances' then each experience in every world and every body builds up their personality. Perhaps one day we'll come to know these beings and learn how to save our world.
4)We become part of the coloured particles in the endless space
5) Everything we are is in our body and brain and when it cannot function anymore it shuts down like a computer and everything is lost unless it is somehow stored.

As humans we ask so many questions often in search of self and purpose and I personaly believe that our original purpose was and is still simply to breed, live and then die though as we have evolved I think we are able to create our own purposes.
And here I shall conclude my blog.
If you would like to comment on or correct anything I have said that would be nice!
Thank you for you attention!
Have fun being a human! (if that is what you are)