SPILLED SOME INK



talking to my mom like every day, called her after the farmers market. there are so many people at the farmers market.



literally what is going on and where am i?



STARDEW VALLEY WITH INTERNET FRIEND



the gamification has begun.
i love watching people places and things develop.
i wish iknew where i put the sequel to the book i am reading. i have decided the semi-cringe bits, the parts where it's superflous and semiromantic. well they aren't that bad and i could use the lax in brainpower use. where the frickenfrack paddlywhack give a dog a BONE did that book go.

have you ever mmisplaced a thing



wanting to download a video game but do you know how much fun social media is? do you truly understand how much fun it is to scrawl on the walls of the cave and dance in the light of the fire that we all together sustain? i don't know if you should know how fun it is. it's a dangerous type of fun.

a dangerous game, but not the most dangerous one. that title has been taken. it was a short story and everything

this reminds me of the book MOONBOUND which after reading the whole thing i feel was titled inappropriately. I don't know what i would have called it but i don't feel like that title... fits. i feel like i struggle to remember the name of the book, whenever trying to recall it. the details aren't fuzzy but they are NOT matching the title.



thinking about generational relativity



i enjoy soju + coconut water



hey there's nothing wrong with everything. just connect to the people around you from the most authentic place in your heart and you can do anything, right?

somewhere along the line i forgot how to write for myself and am relearning the character that i am supposed to be.



hey by the way is your keyborad uncomfortable?

i feel like my hands have been bound by the rectangle and i want to return to tactile palms. corners don't nestle and there's something about my hands that wish to dance.

maybe it really is time to put the smartphone down.

not very smart, huh? the jokes wrote themselves almost twenty years ago.



wow, what is this place? sniffing around i realize that theres hedonism in the exhale and i'm suffocating. there isn't enough air in the world and all of it is hot. do you know what i mean? feelings aren't real.



looking to grow forward might be a fools errand and my mother said to tell you i am waiting. she is waiting. what are you waiting for? are you waiting? what are we waing for?

everything makes sense when you're about to hit the ground. i hate this about waking up. there's the moment i should be able to fly, but i cant. the world turns to jello. the color of the sky is a blanket in my throat and the air is a seance around my body.

the tunnel vision is driving itself.
well, isn't that scary?

there's no such thing as falling upwards until you invent the concept from the principles that matter and reverse engineer failure into success into something you can look in the eye when you look in the mirror.



have you ever encoded cadence for yourself against the world?

are you in love?

don't ask yourself questions unless you are prepared to answer them. life is a precious gift and it's in a brown paper bag. this is your free lunch.

please eat your lunch.



i don't like reactionary television.

predictive program this di-



sometimes we go to the microbrewery. i try to never pick the same one twice for their sake. they really like the new experiences and trying the new beers. i have a main character and it's fun to game master the life of someone else from the perspective of a side character / custome companion NPC. there's nothing insulting about my role in their life.

things are good


i am in summer camp. i am finishing a tshirt project. i am making kandi. i am hostng silly parties and reconnecting with friends. i am eating cheeseburgers and driving cars. i am learnig about battle bots and watching bad television. i am listsening to DotA and i am typing on the computer. i am relearning my roots.

again



the most important thing we seem to be doing lately is supporting those around us and it's time to return some of that energy back into the self.



hardcore henry is a good movie i also like movies about beurocracy, books too. not literally. abstractly. silly like. there's a way to do it, like Stay Tuned or Despicable Me or Beetlejuice. Spoof or Parody, i'm wondering.



we're going to put something here if we ever figure out what. quite frankly this is a lot of space to fill out but i think we can do it. september twenty twenty four. how pretentious is this going to read in six months in ten years how much am i going to genuinely hate this capture of myself. or will i love it? them? yes? no?





it is the end of the month and i dont really not sure how to feel about a lot of many things i think i have been more real than you can imagine and it hurts and it is a bit sccary and people can see me and i dont want anyone to see me anymore. i'm falling in reverse.