Authors’ Note

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 […]

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For the Sake of it: Piss Off Inhibitions

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.  Obviously, we aren’t attempting masterpieces here, and the results […]

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A Metaphysical Without a View

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 […]

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Peaceful Ramblings

Words are flowing freely, cascading across the page like the river. It’s as though the pen scribbled out the blockage in it’s’ quest to fill notebooks with squiggly handwriting, and maybe one day point to something meaningful. So, while I plot the story of two people who, so far, only exist in my head, comrades […]

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New Threads

On a trip to Melbourne last week, Mum found this beautiful handmade journal and brought it home for me. Wrapped neatly in a brown paper bag, I grinned as I held the fresh journal in my hands. I was totally surprised, even though beautiful notebooks and journals are a traditional gift from her to me. […]

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Safety in Slumbers..?

Enough with the fighting, please. It’s a toxic disease; the steed of tormentors looking to ease or displease, to sow seeds that grow weeds. With stolen freedoms blindly appeased, cannot yet see they are down on their knees.

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Off the Page

Grey tones echo and grow. Sometimes it seemed there wasn’t that much to know. But the day glo that screams hello, and the conscience debate, to and fro, to and fro, fabricated alone. Fingertips to the sky, hinge from the waist, touch your toes. Gaze off the tip of your nose. Breathe through the adversity, […]

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