THE WRITER MUST EAT -> patreon.com/trn1ty <- blah! ideas with no tangibility; ideas with irrelevant supports; ideas without value; ideas' witlessness; ideas' witnesses; ideas- <^> 2022-06-26 Down with the Dickness Dawn of the Dead (2004; dir. Zack Snyder) has Richard Cheese's performance of Down with the Sickness, a popular rock song, fifty-six minutes in. Being an existing fan of the Cheese it was cool to see. I defrosted my fridgerator last night. Turns out that's something you need to do. I propped it up on a plastic container and used the hair dryer on it in the shower. Lots of clanging and banging but now it's plugged in and hopefully running. I forgot what it was like to adjust to Soylent. Around a year ago I switched back to a solid diet out of convenience - it's hard to lug around a bottle or two when I could pop into a convenience store and come out with a candy bar and a Monster. That was an esophageal spasm ago - something that feels somewhere between a mild heart attack and being hit by a not mild train. My stomach got too acid or something after one Monster after having abstained from caffeine for a little while. So the drawbacks of Soylent are less noticeable nowadays though I will probably go back to solids when I go back to work. I have a Punkt MP-02 coming in the mail eventually from a friend, or I've been scammed for a couple hundred bucks from a friend, we'll see which is true in a week or two. I'm looking forward to driving over my iPhone with a tractor or similarly heavy machinery though sadly it will probably stay in service as a Spotify + Duolingo appliance. --- there was an ook and there was an eek and they clubbed each other for dino meat wearing tattered clothes, suits and ties, eating raptor noses and puppy eyes one day ook tripped over a paper filled with runes of a busier time eek got mad and threw it with anger into an ocean the color of wine ook and eek died together of swollen armpits and wounds that wouldn't heal eek whispered to his falling comrade ook, of a different world, heard only a squeal -- empirical evidence says you're a myth the physical nothing, the empty, the wisp you're not of our numbers, we've nothing for you we've no words to describe you. run or hang in loops we've killed all your family, we're tracking your friends we'll kill them by sunday, for the crime of self defense you won't get away with being inexpressible we won't expand our vocabulary you are all crucifiable --- <^> No rights reserved, all rights exercised, rights turned to lefts, left in this corner of the web.