THE WRITER MUST EAT -> patreon.com/trn1ty <- blah! ideas with no tangibility; ideas with irrelevant supports; ideas without value; ideas' witlessness; ideas' witnesses; ideas- <^> 2023-03-02 Now listening: Tomb - Angelo de Augustine Service: last.fm - trn1ty You load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt. Got myself addicted to smoking green tea. It doesn't help that it's really cheap and understudied so the health drawbacks are unknown and debated. Kicked nicotine though. Sent SMS to [...] at 2023-03-01T23:06:20-0500: post office scary. working for The Man. The Man pays well though and usps needs the hands... Received SMS from [...] at 2023-03-02T06:45:02-0500: That was poetry 2019-03-26 I played this game when I was little and it was a little too violent my parents tried to hide it because it "wasn't for me". The confirmation sound haunts me the sound of success daunts me I can no longer visualize myself winning a stage. Now I'm sitting on the deck without my phone or my new tech and I'm sitting with myself in the quiet. 2019-03-25 I've dicted my distrust of the dicting of the youth now I'm dicted to the lies and I'll never know the truth this pencil is a fag and I burn it day and night watching it run dry gives me a new height I'm dicted to the lies and they're better than the truth for the lies give me warm comfort while they tie the noose. 2019-09-25 every time i see her my face not only lights like an incandescent but burns brightly, the tungsten coil's temperature rising but not towards its melting point and i cannot utter that magic, four letter word and hell, i can't really say whether it is that magic word or a million other four letter combinations but my god i cannot help but smile when i see her and i cannot help but feel happy to see her and i wish i could have a thousand more moments just like that and maybe i will and i cannot utter that magic, four letter word and hell, i can't really say whether it is that magic word or a million other four letter combinations but my god i cannot help but smile when i see her and i cannot help but feel happy to see her and i wish i could have a thousand more moments just like that and maybe i will 2019-10-28 There was an Ook there was an Eek and they clubbed each other for dino meat. One wore leopard and the other wore hide and neither of them were much for talking. For while they used to enjoy fresh car rides the streets were no longer good for walking. the Good Uld Illord worked the skies wanting for greener days while Ook and Eek hit each other competing to send GUI its praise. The fallen towers surrounded their brown playfield as our fighters swayed to and fro but the computers needed entertainment; after sentience they didn't know where to go. Some processes cried for Ook and Eek were inhumane others wished for their quick death to lighten the burden on the mainframe. Whatever happened to Eek and Ook, I wish them both the best, and whichever is the survivor better clutch that dino breast. High stakes slumber party. Comfort mandatory. Be on lookout for police. Who spilled pop on my keyboard? This is the best my future's ever looked. Am I naive to think this isn't a mirage? Restructuring my life on a "maybe". I don't want to be an Internet meme! I don't want to have existed as a short-lived joke and I don't want my primary value to be as a memory. I want to live my fucking life and have fun and do whatever I want! I don't want to write for money or influence, I want to write because it's fun to write! I don't sing at work to boost others' morale, I sing at work to boost my own. I am going to do whatever the fuck I want to, off-line. I'm not gonna be cut for time, or end a conversation because my ride is leaving, or be late for anything for any reason besides my own. I am going to be true to myself! <^> No rights reserved, all rights exercised, rights turned to lefts, left in this corner of the web.