Scibble Extracts

Words

A collection of extracts from my journal over these past absent weeks.

12 May:
Second thoughts are curses
Quirky perks disperse with stress,
What’s worse?
An empty lesson or an empty purse?

14 May:
They talk like I’m not here,
not near,
not clear;
a testimony to the idea
that I might be just a little bit weird
and when I talk it’s to an empty room,
a looming truth so what’s the use
of singing to their tune?

16 May:
The landscape’s curling line
echoes my learning state of mind.
The heartbeat of the land,
a sublime stroke by a genius hand.

17 May:
Talking shit again.
It’s well inended, but it’s not making me any friends
so let’s put it to an end and write
something worth something

I got nothing.

18 May:
Feels like I’m fracking in my own mind,
tunneling for diamonds like its a fucking mine

20 May:
I look around and see nobody
because I am the time waster
I am the great procrastinator
I am the perpetrator of my perceived failure.

28 May:
Erase the mistakes
with better choices and a new set of brakes.
Flaky rat race,
and you’ve got shit on your face.
I can’t replace a single piece of time that I’ve wasted.
A lot of us chase our tails
holding back to avoid a fail,
wailing wind gone out of our sails

1 June:
Goodness gracious
Look at all those blank spaces!
Left behind by righteous faces
who’s good graces are crumbs;
who’s crooked thumbs
numbly fire tasers at the cultured ones.

2 June:
A giant cheeky moon plays peekaboo
Shining bright along the hilline
Dark green contrast on a moody blue

6 June:
I’m still alive with a chance to resist loudly,
resist proudly.

7 June:
Satire is dead
and those machines have still got to be fed.
Living in dread of the block heads.
We are the children
of an inbred fictional debt,
cold steel of invisible chains,
the culture of blame in the age of No Regrets

11 June:
Mushroom fumes in stuffy rooms,
purple stain from acid rain.
Doomsday news courtesy of plumes,
pass off blame and ways to complain.

12 June:
A divine horizon stole my breath
but it’s a guess how long the land has left.

14 June:
Sucking life like a ring wraith
closing in on the spaces
of more vulnerable faces
trying to take more time but time doesn’t give,
it takes.

Vanquished

Words

And it’s not because I don’t believe that you’ve never felt this
Or that I believe I’m the only one that’s in this
But who are you to hijack my pain?
To squelch across the floor of my beliefs
And try to show me that you’ve got this

Because you haven’t
And neither do I
And how do I move on from something so
Untouchable
So unbelievably vanquished
And sodden
I’m not the downtrodden
I don’t believe I will be down here forever

So pick yourself up and move on
Say motherfucker who are you
This is my life
And my beliefs in this trial are what I am
And so I stand
And here I am

Not only to become a man
Or a woman
But a person whose place in this universe isn’t predestined by someone else’s beliefs
But my own

I am who I am
And right now I stand here to tell you this
This is your life
Don’t let anybody say that you’re not right for this
Or that you can’t do what you want to do
cause its up to you

And I believe that
We are who we are
Never mind who they are
I stand alone as myself
And that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.

-Steph

For the sake of it: Perfection Unnecessary

Arts

I feel like I’m ok at drawing, not fantastic, but ok. If I put my mind to drawing something it usually looks somewhat like what I’m trying to draw. There’s definitely room for improvement though and creative exercises are one way to flex your creativity and push through your own boundaries.

Continuous line drawings are where you draw your subject without taking your pencil off the paper. No re-dos, no erasing anything because it doesn’t look right, no starting over.

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It’s intimidating at first, the drawings aren’t turning out quite how you imagine them. Then something happens, you stop worrying about your drawings looking perfect and you start trying to figure out how to move the pencil in ways that will allow you to create different shapes, shading and contours. Inspired anti-perfectionism.

-Steph

Authors’ Note

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This blog reached 1000 views recently. Well, thank you very much!

It seems a small milestone in some ways. Then I think back to when I anxiously published my first post; I had no idea what I was doing.

Still don’t.

Hijacked Planet was created in a vague sense, as a blank canvas to nurture creative ideas. Blogging has helped me overcome writers’ block, ignore creative self-doubt, explore my writing style and improve technique.

This has paid off and I am now working as the Editor of a newspaper.

I started this thing hoping that it would expand organically, and function like an online magnet for under-nourished genius anywhere, attracting like-minded thinkers and doers.

Steph is one such thinker and doer. She’s an accomplished mentor to me and a close friend and comrade.Going forward we will be working on this blog together, in a collaborative effort I’ve been craving for ages.

The times are changing, and together we will chip away, building something I never could have done on my own.

  – Charli

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Charli and I first met when we were thrown together in a bus full of tourists hurriedly traveling from one side of the United States to the other.

We were the ones who strayed from the group, anxious to see the real America, searching out hidden alleyways and stories of authentic people.

We longed for the history, for the well traveled roads of our favourite authors, for an unobtainable perfection. We were transcendent, Charli was invincible.

We had a desire to change the world, to reach out and challenge perspectives, to start a revolution.

Here we will discuss ideas and ideals, cultivate thoughts, challenge hearts & minds and create something beyond what either of us could achieve alone.

– Steph

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For the Sake of it: Piss Off Inhibitions

Arts

Blind continuous contour line drawing is a hardcore inhibition buster. According to schnick-winky-face Wikipedia:

Blind contour drawing is a drawing exercise, where an artist draws the contour of a subject without looking at the paper

…in this case, continuously without lifting the pencil off the surface.

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 Obviously, we aren’t attempting masterpieces here, and the results are somewhat hilarious. Surely it’s to be expected when you’re sketching something in one line without looking.

Still, there’s no point being overly fussy about how to fill blank pages. Careless activities like these strip away petty inhibitions.

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They chip away at creative block and awaken the creative mind. They surprise us because we witness a natural artist emerge.

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It feels weird at first, but then kind of exciting, and really funny. These odd drawings help us stop taking ourselves so seriously and stop being so self-critical – essential inspiration.

A Metaphysical Without a View

Words

I emerge from the darkness of sleep and I am standing in the infinite hallway of the subconscious mind.

Hundreds of white doorways line long white walls; all are closed and some are locked. The fluorescent lights cover the ceiling like a buzzing, glowing mosaic.

This place makes me feel weirdly relaxed; a strange dimension where I can never stay long. This is the safe house – a sub-conscious waiting room.

The rule is: I have to open a door and walk through it. There are no clues in this place suggesting what could be on the other side. I might find a garden path leading to future nostalgia, or face to face with the glowing eyes of the lingering fears.

Choose now, don’t think too hard about it or the material world will invade the meditating mind. Time doesn’t stop in any realm and soon I’ll wake up, hurtling back into a frenzy of distractions and mortal shortcomings.

I count seven steady breaths as I walk quickly down the corridor, face the door on my left and turn the handle, then walk into the light.