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  • Felt-tip fealty
    Stolen obscenities
    Mistake a meme for a movement
    Relace the seam with dissolvable stitches
    Rebuild atop a crumbling foundation
    Division as salvation
    Rebrand sickness as entertainment
    Zero sum inversion
    Decaying recursion
    Garbage in, garbage out
    Beat that drum
    Run back to what you knew
    For four long years you’ve wanted to
    I’ll choke down all that might have been
    And spit out what you’re accustomed to

    4:41 PM, Mar 27, 2021
  • And, since this is a harmful pattern with nobody at fault… we have landed here for the time being

    7:55 AM, Jan 24, 2025
  • What the world likes to Einstellung as a manic episode, I’d label a three week period, sans depression, of blazing creativity only born with enough fuel to sustain itself for twenty-one days in isolation. I do appreciate the world for helping me clarify what this three-week cycle I have lived with for decades ended up being. It is precisely how long I can maintain my own enthusiasm without sharing it.

    7:53 AM, Jan 24, 2025
  • The shape of yesterday

    6:40 AM, Jan 24, 2025
  • I suppose DNA is algorithmic.

    7:00 PM, Jan 22, 2025
  • A chipped shoulder always muddles a message, only to what degree will vary.

    11:01 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • Show me with one pixel which way the water moves.

    10:32 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • So, yes, a river can stand still.

    10:31 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • Everything is always both moving and not moving; it depends upon where you’re making your observation.

    10:29 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • Breathe deep enough to make the cat think you’re getting up.

    10:16 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • When the waves you ride are surfless.

    10:04 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • Perhaps meditation is tolerating life all at once.

    9:06 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • I’m not sure I should have a phone.

    8:43 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • The second most frequently heard voice for me is the contractor building the house on the other side of our fence.

    8:42 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • For two years I’ve woken up, watched Today in the Bay, and then wondered, “what, now?”

    7:36 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • I wonder if the quantum interferes with a theoretical attempt to map a snapshot of a person’s electrical grid and start reading minds. I suppose language games might interfere before then.

    7:27 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • We settle for social media when we could build social community.

    7:10 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • I suppose we’ll manage to connect online when I figure a way to look you in the eyes.

    7:02 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • Perhaps my sense of humor comes from all the humoring I’ve had to do.

    6:51 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • When you write in a style that purposefully makes itself difficult to understand, illustrate it, and sit on the verbose connective tissue, it’s the folks come up and ask what I’m sitting on that got to meet me. I don’t remember the last person to ask.

    6:48 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • Two years into ☾𐂂’s post-art era, at least his vocabulary has expanded.

    6:36 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • Perhaps I oughta try responding with five paragraph essays.

    6:31 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • I wonder if sharing will always feel like a mistake.

    6:25 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • When you wake up sad for the first time in three weeks.

    5:51 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • I will no longer be reading this blog aloud to anyone I am paying to listen to me.

    5:46 AM, Jan 22, 2025
  • I suppose I will actually have to shut this f$&ker down to force myself over to the journal.

    5:39 AM, Jan 22, 2025
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