POLYVORE: NEONATIVE / LE DISKO

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lots of love,
kafka

NEONATIVE by kafka zvezdana featuring spiked jewelry

LEDISKO by kafka zvezdana featuring a boatneck dress

style/boreds BLACK SERIES

posted this once already but it mysteriously disappeared a day after....
thanks blogger :(


here is the first styleboard of ideas and inspiration collage for THE BLACK SERIES:
THELEMA/ARCANA/HERMETICA AW 2011
BY KAFKA VODKA
blasting off from the intergalactic starportal on 11.11.11

CONCEPTS: 

mysterious forces

hidden knowledge

arcane magick

darkness & light

secret wisdom 

the occult and unseen

phenomena/nomena: things as they "are" and things as they "appear to be"

ELEMENTS: 

coverings: overcoats, cloaks, hoods, capes, shrouds

surface texture: layers, embellishments, studs

fabric types: BLACK/GREY, rough & shine, sequins, spandex, pleather, thick loose knits, solid cottons in b&w or monochrome

headpieces: eyepatches, mouthcoverings, hair clips, headbands, oversize geometric hair pieces

detailing: aztec, triangles, circles

xxo
-kafka

fading away

new photo: plastic shamans of a synthetic nature, playgrounds of infinite treasure. step forward and fade away.

also on twitpic... and forever always on www.kafkavodkalovesyou.com <3

its not very often, if ever, that i post photos on here of myself. this is the first one i've had taken in at least 4-5 months and i must say i'm very pleased with it. energetically, visually, aesthetically...its all where i'm at right now in these wonderful galactic times! hope you all have a magical 12.12 tomorrow and i'll catch you crazy creatures on the other side ;)

xoxox
-kafka

Sea Angels

and the expanses of the deep seas were plastered to my limbs, beneath the shores where dynamite and electricity cradeled the ascent. ethereal veins of algae spiraled upwards, starbound...our growth patterns entranced by cosmic glow. these coral bones, spongey and malcontent... neurons of spiked urchins probed the unchartered abysses of lung cavaties. peaked in a tangled mess, the transmissions warped into themselves. as sunken ships and shooting stars we crashed through timelines unchartered, a ripple effect outside of karma. with each breath we could sink and soar, in non-linear time we lived in the manner of cystals...multi-faceted and sparkling. as the anchor of humanity pulled our inner jungles into weighted pits, we found solace in its depths. the great cosmic us of you and i, the great transcendent we of us plus time....

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its that hibernating time of the year again.

the path to being covered in the most beautiful underwater and deep sea tattoos has begun....
the path to aligning the outside with the inside is neverending: colors, beauty, life, freedom <3



stillness, lights and blessings this holiday season and beyond,
-kafka

Within Illusion, Everything Has A Reason

Some recent writing, for your consumption:

INSPIRATIONS <3

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we unfolded the roadmap that bridged the head & the heart in a divine union of sorts. intensities are always found in mirrors, the zero point between new memories and the vacancy of the spotted, rocky canyons. your eyes were always mine, i never had much use for the earthbound kind because they could never "see" much of me anyways. in the realm of vision i could always feel two ways at once without getting too deep into either polarity. fresh opportunities are such strange beasts, creatures of their own electricity. rainbows rage in me while the stars dot every vein with a new wave brillance, a locomotive bloodstained from the intensity of our youth. as young galaxies we lived in those realms of vision.

i found myself suddenly awake in the earthbound plane, the weight of it all cusped neatly in the flesh of my stomach, a churning monster of its own accord. the dreamstate is simply another reality, the reminder shakes the opaque dollhouseland around this physicality that never felt mine. so brand new, i found myself down by the railways where trains jumped tracks just to avoid me. as expansive as i was energetically, to these mortals i was the intergalatic equivalent of a dead end, a stone cold crash into a great wall head on. around me all the energies simply dissapated. when its not your time the universe will find a way to make you survive no matter how hard you demand an early exit point. step up, spin the wheel of the great re-arranger!

everything you could ever imagine or desire will arrive to you crumbled on your metaphorical doorsteps, trembling and weakened in the dead of the night. reclusive and once removed, at least fed-ex deliveries can be timely. out here our hearts are the only metronomes spitting the icing on the cupcakes in the most backwards of ways. a new memory suddenly swelled up in the center of my chest. our heart's desires danced in shadows, favoring the corners of the eye's peripheal visions to dancefloors and slutty discotheques. pulsing in our skulls, we all sang "we are the music, it is us!" a frequency never intended to be heard outside ourselves. 

the thought pollution of our minds never fail to send untimely reminders when the distractions became great enough....the people of earth are so quick to disregard how to listen to the symphonies built into the makeup of their souls. each wooden tie, each shrapnel nail, the screeching of tiresome metals and panting of coal coated lungs were distinct pockets of celluar memory. in the timeline of persona the cult of personality was born. it was the dawn of the great distraction, the decided disarray, using chaos to control. i stood in those trainyards outside of duality, me myself and an undone you, gazing into the full color spectrum. our rainbows have always had many colors ourside the rainbows their eyes can see. perception transfers to timeless moments in multiple dimensions where visions are in so many ways beyond eyesight. provocative and unquestionable, the luminious sparkling depth to the energies of ordinary things. the burdensome, slow moving locomotives that were the poster childen of a distant physical sanctuary. they creeped on by as i rode out the tremors of release. the only constant in my life was that the shifting waves always returned to the freedom and release.

one thing i learned, or remembered is that reliance on external teachings will often throw you off your own path and the voice of your own essence as soul. you cannot be free if you are subscribed to anything other than your own inner divinity. there is freedom in destruction...the destruction of illusions, the illusory 3d forgery that glues together perception of this world. the realms of the heart are fluidly inaccessible through intellectual devices of the mind. the struggle no longer applies when you are aware of your unity, the interconnectedness of all because everything existing in the realms of illusion falls to the wayside.

tarot readings. larger version on twitpic

Legitimate pictures from last weekend's circus festival are coming soon too, here's a few sneak peeks. My tent was so busy I hardly had any time to photograph!

Special thanks and love to anyone & everyone who came out for a reading from the mystical Wunderkammer Gypsy Den, picked up some jewelry or just brought their electric colorfield love out in full force for a magical and surreal evening under the stars. 

Wunderkammer vendor area

all the people standing in line for tarot/intuitive readings!

inside the tent. special thanks to leandra drumm for making such a wonderful sign!

patchwork tent and lightshow...

the queen and king of hearts made an appearance...

treats from the cupcake peddlers...

our lovely stilt-walking arachnid girl...

and fairyland performers. let them eat cake <3

peace, love and rainbow rays,

-Kafka Vodka

fingers pointing at a gilded sun.

that sense of release resembled a construct, a postmodern icarus. 
how dare you find your freedom soaring through sunrays! 
a synapse in the false logic of eathbound restriction. 
new and improved, wingspan handcrafted from the finest dreams. 
apathy and sympathy can't melt these. 
without their waxing i'd always known i'd find a way...

love and lights,

kafka

pre-sent presents of the dream-reality-matrix

HOME SERIES, illustration number five // ELECTRIC OCTOSKY in progress.

full size on twitpic: http://twitpic.com/2js2j5

at the halfway mark, going for 10 in this series.

and a handful of deadly delights from my Junker Jewels and Doomblumen lines, should have pics of the first batch of bows up for sale in a few days but until then:

DOOMBLUMEN: Harmonic Convergence Hairpiece

DOOMBLUMEN: Madame Déficit Hairpiece

                                  

JUNKER JEWELS: 018 Karmic Absolution Necklace

jump on over to www.kafkavodkalovesyou.com to check out all the updates, new merchandise and purchasing information.

in other news, the Wunderkammer has been out on the road peddling enchanted wares, multidimensional curiosities, epic hair bows, tarot readings and more....here it is in action, lime green tent and all :)

stay gold, my hearts <3

love, kafka