Visionary Death

by his own visionary death

will strike himself down as a dust

yes, only glimmer and shine

with a black dark interior

this language he calls serene

erased his face

false muttered through his lips but

wince and gnashed teeth

repeat your beautiful words 

for it is gilded tar you hold

A Definition of Solitude

Got a new book on Monday. Solitude: A Philosophical Encounter, by Philip Koch. Here's what I've received so far from it, about solitude.

finally, a hard puzzle

 my old penny dell puzzle book is beat up to hell, the fill in puzzles thing. id like to complete it 100% some day, but i cracked out one of the other new ones i had. and finally, a challenging puzzle!! shoulda seen when i was like "bro" when i saw the size of this puzzle. it's a 21 x 21 instead of most of the 15 x 15 i see

and man it took forever, maybe like... half an hour to solve? started on the bottom left. but damn getting that first word in was real satisfying. no hiccups or mistakes at all besides placing the wrong word in the top left near the end of the puzzle, but i corrected it easily. this puzzle was just more time consuming than hard but yeah... pretty hard actually

there we gooooo

The New Social Media

reddit, Twitter, and YouTube are removed from the home screen. use is banned for a while. go read a book. stop wasting your time scrolling and checking your phone. you sure can try though, but nothing will be there. this blogspot is your media. wanna talk, look at stuff? how about looking at yourself, then?

8/17/24

**Memoir**

Solemnity befalls the land.  

There is a sacredness, a sanctity, to the solitude.  

The water, the current, and the light that splits through it forms a web or lattice of glass. The hills across the river are covered in an assortment of foliage—  

Jade and moss-colored shrubs and trees speckled around above the dry, beige grass like an earthen fur.  

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**Eddies and objects**

And the very movement of the water creates these black bubble-like orbs that grow and vanish under the surface as if you were peering at the silhouette of lava lamp wax.  

The sky? Flat solid blue. It is so stark how there is not even a thinnest haze or semblance of cloud, turning this sky the slightest bit whiter.  

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And without music, with no distraction, all one hears is the waterflow downstream and a distant plane and chittering birds. Here, in this place, the world ceases to exist.  

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One could not be more blessed to find heaven in oblivion.  

All it takes is to find the furthest place nearby to remove reality.  

Or, is it immersion? It does not matter.  

Hush your mind and the voices, stop the music, and be present with the greens, blues, browns, and all the light that comes on it.  

Your best temporary release.

tale of the bag check

>leaving work

>random bag check by security

>check every pocket with them

>"anything classified?"

>pocket with books

>my drawing pad

>don't remember if it's the one I draw porn in

>it's the blank one with sfw drawings of furries and one drawing of mae

>phew

>"anything else?"

>reveal concealed pocket knife

>they check its length

>BARELY passes

>they also say in advance new car fobs are bluetooth and won't be allowed

>OK

>bid farewell as they check me off

>never revealed the notebook in my calf pocket because it's my personal journal that I refuse to have searched