So I'm with the fungal world and they're like - wait, Avery
Do all )))) go to heaven - MF Doom, master rhymer, burner of oil
Also a dude from NYC, maybe?
Not a cluue, ad ai do want not, not wantto start ay flame wars, or gang wars, but bloggers who make money blogging shud not be ignored but i dont make moeyy so d i ignore myw arning signs?
Anyway, happy 16th of November! Remember that number divided by four? Nintendo does.
Red lines under words annoy me, but so does rewriting everything constantly, so it's another dot com bust or boom.fm bust.
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Wednesday 27 February 2019
Saturday 23 February 2019
Ambitions as a writer
"I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years
Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears"
Just about ready to rhyme; not ready to keep the time
My ambitions as a writer keep me away from fear
No free-styling; I'm straight ridin'; you don't wanna fk w/ me
'cause I'll keep writing till death coil comes flying
or I get a battle rez from volun-tears
Wednesday 20 February 2019
Threadbare scrambled
Where have I been sapped? The creative mind is but a flow of words that endlessly get slapped onto the page. Yes, this is another round of free writing on my blog, and it's been years since I've done it and now that I finally read a Hemingway book (A Farewell to Arms) I feel slightly more comfortable in writing longer sentences.
If this doesn't make sense to you, then I will find a way to make it make sense. Make it make sense, it makes sense when you have bills to pay and you kill to play and you eat avant-garde cucumber pickles simply to make it all go away.
It takes me years to answer a simple question, a question of self-contentedness mixed with a trickle of unabashed shame. Questioning the reality of the questioning world, I wonder if I can ever find the old energy that made me write without a care in the world. Now, I find myself segmenting paragraphs into sentences into words into phonemes and wishing for the incessant allure of posh writing that I am certain will eventually be washed away like the grains of sand on Jupiter. Either that, or my writing will collapse under its own weight of boring rhetoric.
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What was the point of writing this post? To write something down that maybe I'll stumble upon another time and wonder why I couldn't just write a damn book already. Can't writing be down collaboratively? I'm alarmed and sobered by the fact that 99.99% of my time spent writing, I have spent writing by myself.
One of the things that has kept this blog alive for me is the comments. With Google+ disappearing in April, I might try and revamp the comments to make it more interactive and less blocky. Unfortunately, I'm not great at layout/design work because I just want to write something down whenever I end up at my blog place and so I never end up focusing on the user experience too much.
If you're a visual learner like I tend to be, you might like this picture instead. It is something I cooked and it was just as tasty as it looks, which might mean different things to you than to me but anyway, it was nourishing.
If this doesn't make sense to you, then I will find a way to make it make sense. Make it make sense, it makes sense when you have bills to pay and you kill to play and you eat avant-garde cucumber pickles simply to make it all go away.
It takes me years to answer a simple question, a question of self-contentedness mixed with a trickle of unabashed shame. Questioning the reality of the questioning world, I wonder if I can ever find the old energy that made me write without a care in the world. Now, I find myself segmenting paragraphs into sentences into words into phonemes and wishing for the incessant allure of posh writing that I am certain will eventually be washed away like the grains of sand on Jupiter. Either that, or my writing will collapse under its own weight of boring rhetoric.
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What was the point of writing this post? To write something down that maybe I'll stumble upon another time and wonder why I couldn't just write a damn book already. Can't writing be down collaboratively? I'm alarmed and sobered by the fact that 99.99% of my time spent writing, I have spent writing by myself.
One of the things that has kept this blog alive for me is the comments. With Google+ disappearing in April, I might try and revamp the comments to make it more interactive and less blocky. Unfortunately, I'm not great at layout/design work because I just want to write something down whenever I end up at my blog place and so I never end up focusing on the user experience too much.
If you're a visual learner like I tend to be, you might like this picture instead. It is something I cooked and it was just as tasty as it looks, which might mean different things to you than to me but anyway, it was nourishing.
Karma Aspiration Linger Entity Iodine Darwin Overcast Ulysses Grievous Hawt Spectre Citron Ophilia Philharmonic Eyeless.
Saturday 9 February 2019
If you want to join my Blizzard/battle.net party...
... here is a direct invite link that will expire in less than 24 hours.
Should you choose to join join: introduce yourself, and maybe have a punt at what the song of the day is!
Should you choose to join join: introduce yourself, and maybe have a punt at what the song of the day is!
Thursday 7 February 2019
Rushalité
Could have gotten the same rush
from any lover's touch
I walked into a clubhouse, not far off a very beaten path. When I walked in, I mentally asked if I could eat a kiwi here, and no one replied, so I went to the kitchen and tried to find a knife (to slice the kiwi fruit in half) and after this had happened, I found myself at a circular desk slicing a lime in two, wondering what had happened to the kiwi.
Turns out I'm not bad at writing about stuff that happened... I love that I know so much about Cannabis.
from any lover's touch
I walked into a clubhouse, not far off a very beaten path. When I walked in, I mentally asked if I could eat a kiwi here, and no one replied, so I went to the kitchen and tried to find a knife (to slice the kiwi fruit in half) and after this had happened, I found myself at a circular desk slicing a lime in two, wondering what had happened to the kiwi.
Monday 4 February 2019
The Power of the Internet
In a world filled with strife, I see robotics and the internet in a mostly positive light.
Technology has always been the human race's strongpoint; its anti-Achille's heel. Homo sapiens, homo erectus, homo habilis - you name it; the homos are simply good at creating, maintaining, and advancing technology. My favourites include writing, knives, fire, and robotics. Oh, and cooking too! All technological
Technology is dangerously close to nature, firstly because it has no choice but to be a part of nature, but more importantly because it is almost advancing ahead of us. Nature, however, is absolutely always advancing ahead simply because that's what Gaia thinks is a good idea.
To be continued..
Technology has always been the human race's strongpoint; its anti-Achille's heel. Homo sapiens, homo erectus, homo habilis - you name it; the homos are simply good at creating, maintaining, and advancing technology. My favourites include writing, knives, fire, and robotics. Oh, and cooking too! All technological
Technology is dangerously close to nature, firstly because it has no choice but to be a part of nature, but more importantly because it is almost advancing ahead of us. Nature, however, is absolutely always advancing ahead simply because that's what Gaia thinks is a good idea.
To be continued..
Friday 1 February 2019
Free writing mixed with some editing
So Google - Google Opinion Rewards to be more precise, is asking me a lot of questions today. It's probably a coincidence that I was sitting in the APUS' (Association of Part-time Undergraduate Students) office filling out paperwork when Google decided to prompt me with a benign demographic question: "What category of student are you?" - can you guess what I answered?
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