Bewildered Kitty

[bewilderedkitty]

Yellow Keycard

Yellow Keycard, a song by Innerbellum on Spotify

this one sounds a bit darker, weirder.

[bewilderedkitty]

Verdwaalde Reiziger

Verdwaalde Reiziger, a song by Innerbellum on Spotify

chillin’

[bewilderedkitty]

Underneath a desk.

Hiding underneath a desk.

Radiator purring, clanking. Hot water entombed in a metal sarcophagus.

The morning sun.

Washed out tones of orange and blue.

Decisions to be made.

Staying, moving on, going back.

To the fields and hills of old love that probably never was.

To dark clammy nights in the city with friends that probably never were.

To stay under a desk and listen to the dust dwindling down on a radiator,

in a home that will probably never be.

[bewilderedkitty]

The flea market

In my head a track looping,

the title escapes me.

From a Dj mix, once on a hard drive,

the name escapes me.

Fingers split open of dust

on records and books

I’m moving.

Each one memories that I’m not sure I want to have.

But you cary them up the stairs with you.

Slowly drying you out.

Wondering if I should be looking for hand lotion,

or a flea market.

[bewilderedkitty]

Flatlands

The rolling hills of my hometown disappearing in a broken mirror full of smog.

Ahead, flat lands stretching all the way to the Baltic sea.

A moving truck full of stuff we forgot.

Will I survive the added dose of sehnsucht festering throughout my core.

This barrage of feelings. Will they take root in this fertile soil of uncertainty?

Or will they eventually flatten out like this land. Letting wind and water pass over it without so much as a fight.

Rolling no more.

[mrfart]

Boekvoorstelling Kapitein Ansjovis Album 1 & 2 – 19 januari – mrfart

Op 19 januari worden de eerste twee Kapitein Ansjovis-albums plechtig te water gelaten in stripwinkel “het B-gevaar”.

[bewilderedkitty]

Congrats.

[mrfart]

Captain Anchovy Newyear – mrfart

Gelukkig Nieuwjaar! /Bonne Année! /Happy New Year! De eerste Ansjovissen liggen weldra in de winkels en zijn al voor te bestellen op je favoriete webwinkel. klikken voor een hele lijst adressen.

[bewilderedkitty]

Great news.

[bewilderedkitty]

Gmail

Time is running out. Save...

Don’t forget your...

Judgement is at hand...

To live here you have to pay...

Warning: you are not backed...

Network and internet>network connections>LAN connection>disable.

[unpretty]

Tumblr: *rolls out “best stuff first”*

My blog:

[unpretty]

on the one hand this is a joke post because lol i have never made a good post in my life, but also, if i hadn’t made the connection between this update and my sudden nosedive in activity, i would have been really fucking discouraged about all the shit i’ve been working on lately. i guarantee there are people on tumblr right now who haven’t made that connection, and who are trying to figure out why suddenly no one likes anything they’ve made. and that fucking sucks.

[jasper-appreciation]

Reminder to go into your settings and turn off ‘Best Stuff First’ because my activity’s tanked a couple days ago for no reason so this stuff IS happening.

You WILL miss content with that setting on.

[sergle]

i ain’t joking when i say that my activity looks JUST like this too and i wasn’t sure why

[hiddlescheekbones]

I can only find the option on the app under Settings > Dashboard Preferences.

[clintfbarton-deactivated2025012]

To support content creators do us a favour and turn off “Best stuff first”. Open the tumblr app (Android or iOs) and go to “Settings > Dashboard Preferences. And please reblog this post, so that everybody will see this. Thank you very much!

[specta-a-deactivated20180419]

you can’t make this up

[triaelf9]

Adding mine, even tho my numbers are on the whole a lot lower ^_^;; But yeah, this is BS >_<

[snuffysbox]

oh wow, y’all weren’t kidding

[veitstanz]

non-chronological timelines are poison for content creators

but sneaking in businesses and sponsored shit is more important I suppose  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[doggybagcomics]

I didn’t even realize that this was why my activity tanked. Do content creators a favor please!

[realsoupa]

please turn this off

[bewilderedkitty]

Listening to weird tracks

http://innerbellum.bandcamp.com/track/verdwaalde-reiziger

[beepbeepbeepbeep-deactivated202]

[bewilderedkitty]

The rain felt impenetrable and made me relax. Like another trench in a thick line of defence around me. A faultless Maginot line. Maybe. The enemy would stay at base, this night. Let's retread under the warmth of this duvet and watch glowing pixels, And pretend there's no such thing as the Belgian ardennes.

[bewilderedkitty]

At the end of the night each of us tried to listen to the seeds planted in our hearts, While carrying the stones in our stomachs

[bewilderedkitty]

Algorithm

I corrected the algorithm.

hoping it would learn,

to give me better music.

Like teaching a toddler not to touch steaming brown piles it sees in a park.

Watch your step.

Don’t touch that.

Don’t do that.

Please.

One day the grownup version of one of them will decide wether I’m good enough

To keep.

[mrfart]

Kapitein Ansjovis en de eerste albums – mrfart

[bewilderedkitty]

2 stroke

oxidized dreams in the corner of the garage.

Smells of rust and oil ricochet off bitter cold concrete.  

winter steel biting my hands, wires going nowhere,

well worn greased gears akin for retirement.

Please start.

my breath dampens the weathered chrome on the fuel tank.

the blurred reflection of teenager hopes fogging up.

Frugal years full of hunkering,

impatience, hope.

To obtain the mechanical means to be away.

To just break away from the invisible cage.

Freedom.

2 stroke tumbles to a halt.

The steel blue sky is the only witness when I realize I have nowhere to go.

Simple mechanics will not suffice for this escape.

[bewilderedkitty]

The getaway

Bulls, shimmering parchment over hormone hills. The evening sun boosting the creatures contrasts to mid 2000 HDR silliness. I assent the last geographic ripples of Europe, before the blanket is firmly tucked in. Flattened, all the way to the Baltic. the technology that's supposed to keep me in trance fails, I swear. A lot. Let me be away for just a little bit. NOT THIS FUCKING SONG! glimmering in massive pits in once meadows, construction sites for wellness centers. Getaways for grownups. Messages pop up inner ear. all the way to my stomach. Tension. Escaped chickens decide their best place in reality is on a suburban basketball court. I should be working anyway. An old nana hits golf balls willy nilly in the yard, her man weeds weeds. Well go fuck yourself! I told a duck, who refused to take a delightful pose for my internet feeds. The mission failed, as it shouldn’t have been one. Back to base. Wait, was that a fucking goose?