Poem: Rapid

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

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

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

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

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