Writing
I live in a world that is wholly in my mind and anyone can visit if they bring a song to accompany them. These songs represent the visitor and these songs are the visitors and these songs form the multipolar powers that decide my fate. Through these powers I am
Writing
If you are reading this, you are considering building a brand new road! First, congratulations! Building a new road is a serious undertaking and you probably don't even know where to start. That's okay! This instructional will walk you through your first "roadie" considerations.
Essays
Words are words like your hands are hands. You change the world with either but only hold words to a superior moral standard. Is there truth to your front door – to remain locked before you turn the key? Is there truth that a stone must lie still, before you skip
Writing
Placing alternating weights on the chest, chiefly known as Weight Cycling, is an effective method of communication while simultaneously serving as a conditioning mechanism for the body and the mind. These weights, primarily metaphysical, can be adjusted at the handles. These handles, experience, can emulate "looking back" -
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I hate ephemerality. I hate the mutability of life's structures. The shifting of connections through some agnostic evolutionary process - human and non-human. A person should remain their caricature. A person should find a community that suits them, knowing that this bond is a life-knot. Two people should
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He's so perfect! So why don't you text him? Well he doesn't text me! But he does, right? He texted you just as we sat down. He doesn't text me enough! I want him to want me! You know? No, I don&
Writing
I've answered too many questions about vocation - far too many about the heart and past relationships. Questions that, by all my considerations, were the least interesting and the most unoriginal questions I’ve ever encountered. These questions - in their roteness, their dullness, their pathetic attempts at
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isn't it funny? how in our togetherness, despite both individuals being worse off, keeping up the facade hurts a little less than telling the truth?
thoughts
Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear friend, Happy Birthday to you! May your day be filled with joy, laughter, and all the things that make you happiest. Enjoy your special day! - ChatGPT I'm glad to be turning 25. The past few years
Writing
I step hesitantly into an expanse of a room. The porous concrete floor grates harshly against my naked feet, the dry and withered threshold, unmaintained for millennia, splinters and pierces my delicate hands. I cast my gaze towards the center of the room and behold twenty or thirty beautiful angels
Writing
Always facing outwards. No, sitting. People talk to me. Words. I talk to them. Words. People. Sitting. Always facing outwards.
Writing
When I woke up I was already standing in the doorway. Afternoon comes so quickly these days that I wonder if I should think of new ways to divvy my time up. Stretching, I ask myself, "what's there to eat." Having slept on my glasses again,