One finger on the pulse,
Another on the nerve,
No body parts here,
No,
But the pulse of the world served,
Multi-tasking across brainwaves,
Clicking motions paired with saves, Continue reading
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Oh God, My Sleep Schedule
So, you all know by now that I have an absurd and messed up sleep pattern, right? Well, it’s somehow gotten worse; I am still figuring out how to fix it.
Here’s the basic issue: I run my own business, and, thus, I must do lots of stuff every day to make sure everything runs smoothly, sometimes quite a bit in a single day. And, often, I cannot go to bed until a set number of things are done. Continue reading
Poem: Shipping Included
The Strangest Places
If I had to state a goal about adventures, it would be to end up in the strangest of places. I like, nay, love, ending up in locations or scenarios that are absurd and strange. I’m pretty sure I arrange them to happen subconsciously.
When I was younger, I decided I never wanted a normal schedule or to be hit by too thick a routine. This was partly because of my contrarian and chaotic personal nature—but it also was so my schedule is free enough for adventures. To go off and try things. To stay up late.
And to help others when they need it. Continue reading
Poem: Cat Scratch
Not A Vampire
Yes, I do stay awake until 5 A.M. or 6 A.M. on the regular and find the shadows of the early morning look weird, but I am not a vampire. Yeah, I’m always complaining that it’s too hot outside, and tend to see a lot better in the dark than most people I know, but I am not a vampire.
Okay, yes, I have, on occasion, mentioned the odd (probably placebic) feeling that my teeth are both bigger and sharper in my mouth when I get hungry, and will regularly eat straight up meat in huge quantities until the sensation stops.
But I am not a vampire. Continue reading
Poem: Punch Drunk
You know it’ll hurt,
When you tell the tale,
Now then, too,
But the bruise sting—
That’s more the fail, Continue reading
Poem: One Man
One man I am,
And with that,
I only have so much time,
And I spend it,
With those I want to—
Those I love.
Time it seems,
Flows too fast, Continue reading
Poem: Can It Can
Can this can of soup,
Be used for anything more,
Besides a can of soup?
To begin,
Can a man be a man—
If not able to eat soup? Continue reading
I Guess It’s Time Again… (A Rant On Life)
I guess it’s time again to write these words. Hopeful, needed words. Sparklers thrown into the darkness of the world, so someone sees them and feels a little better.
I guess it’s time again to adjust those scales with a single grain of sand more amongst all other artists doing the same. Continue reading
Poem: Horror Writer
Here’s my job,
Get the idea,
I make fear happen,
Darkness and demons,
I scare people—
Because it makes them,
And they will deny it,
Happy to be afraid. Continue reading
Life Is Being Pulled Around
The difference between adults and children—besides so many other things—is perhaps the level of complexity their lives have. The older you get, the more it seems that you are being pulled into a thousand places. There’s a real worry about the death of spontaneity because the only real way to manage the increasing and often rather disparate tasks of adulthood seems to be a heavily regimented schedule or memorizing everything by simple repetition. Continue reading
Poem: They Returned
Back again,
It’s here already.
People-eater,
Darkness unrushed,
Scary,
Licking at the blood of men, Continue reading
Poem: No Internet
You don’t realize,
How much you need it,
Until the internet goes out—
And won’t come back,
No matter what you try.
Everything turns off—
Everything stops. Continue reading
Poem: Coiling Engine
Teeth-like cogs,
Churn along with might motion,
Into the void,
This endless commotion,
Shall continue,
If commerce shall,
Get its devotion. Continue reading
