Lately, I’ve noticed a genre of music I enjoy—but cannot place what it is called. The tracks don’t seem to exist under a unified style, but all have one thing in common: they are about hustling.
And by hustling, I mean working a lot for money. Songs that seem tailored to the ideals of the entrepreneur. Continue reading
Yay,
It’s pollen time again,
Time for the screaming void—
To claim my eye-based friends, Continue reading
Hello everyone! I wanted to explain myself.
So, I don’t know if you noticed, but I haven’t been able to keep up with my usual posting schedule, and when I do put up something it’s a poem or similar that’s short and easy to write. Continue reading
This bubbling purple,
In the slime muck,
Sliding out of the swamp,
With bugs cascading around the creature’s flesh, Continue reading
I remember that feeling of the shelves,
The walking through them like a forest of dust,
That smell and that particle,
The quiet of it all. Continue reading
Above me, the tree is letting loose its streamers, its confetti. It’s drifting down the crinkled orange leaves and depositing them upon the water. I take a long sigh, not in frustration, but a release of everything that is not this peaceful moment.
My phone rings gently against my hip, and I check who’s calling. Continue reading
In the water, something swam along. It was entirely and fully unaware of its position—but it lived it all the same.
In the air, a person with not much to do and little interest in matters of her own life walked along, looking at her feet. Continue reading
Stretching to either side of the head,
Red and with a skin not affected by fire,
Standing with his claws outstretched, Continue reading
See the stalwart kings fighting against the darkness dreary,
See the knights riding horses with lances held brightly,
They will defeat the dragons that slide down heavily. Continue reading
They were not kidding when they said it would become hard to find time to write when you started to see some success. My Actually Author series is going pretty well (I’m at 974 orders!) and I spent a lot of time on ads.
A lot. Continue reading
He smiled, and it was like he had sprouted daggers from his face. They slid out from his gums and overlapped with glistening white edges. His throat elongated, and down the layers was yet more pointing, growing, needle-tip blades. Continue reading
When the feet move,
At the slowest version of the brain speed,
It’s physics,
In motion across space, Continue reading
While I am fond of the noise it makes,
I do have to say that it is quite loud,
To be typing away at this keyboard,
This late at night, Continue reading
Despite being very into technology, I cannot escape the usefulness of analog tools for note-taking. I use software for organization, and some of it is freaking amazing—but I find it best used with two other tools: sticky notes and notebooks. Continue reading
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