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people aren’t people so why should it be? you and I should get along so awfully…dun dun dun… (a retro Depeche Mode song)
well, hello boys and girls, space cadets, weirdo’s, freaks, g33ks, leaky leaks, and secret admirers. welcome to another edition of hanging with the homeboys. or rather, this homeboy right here. Read More
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just a ♪ jam from the archives, plz njoy.
sometimes, friends leave a piece of themselves in your iTunes library. and fortunately, sometimes they don’t.
captains log stardate 04.14.25:
of late, I admit I’ve been scouring the web during my lunch break. and every time I do its to see who is posting what exactly, and why? what for? I believe the motivating factors are as varied as the netizens in question. to still do this sort of thing, which is now more rewardless than it was back in the heyday. I found a few directories full of dead, broken, lifeless websites. even if you happen to find one actually maintained, doesn’t equate to the webmaster being interesting, or entertaining much. seldom interesting, different, unique, complex, or engaging. most of them pontificating like a nerdy professor. trying to convince the world they’re smarter than they actually are (aren’t). Read More
an interesting article by Naz Hamid.
Your site as home: well, you either rent, rent to own, or own.
sometimes I’ll run across various sites. some are stockpiled with blog posts with a tonnage of text. I’m not reading that essay I immediately think. plz, somebody stop me if/when I find myself thinking I’m actually interesting nuff to bombard you with thought vomit. I mean I’m not the alphamale version of Anne Rice here. And I have been known to be one loquacious individual (and funny too! omg huhuhhuh). it’s not due to the fact that I think I’m the most interesting, clever, sexy human that I already is. but rather I’m from Chicago, where we hibernate throughout the Read More
dear future self, dissidents, believers, the faithful + faithless. anybody actually, nobody really.
here goes my initialization post. out here in the fringes of cyberspace, disconnected from the fake realities of anti-social media is me. I’m chilling and doing my thing, having some fun + laughs for shits + giggles. but I’ll give you a heads up for what to expect (and: what not to). what’s it all about? let me arrive in class + style that makes all the ladies smile. Read More
dear someone, no one, dissidents, kindred spirits, wayward souls, and fellow cyberpunks,
blank page(s) + canvasses can scare some. its a dare, the dare itself: expose your inner reality for the world to scoff at, mock, distrust, scorn, ridicule, then eventually fall in love. isn’t falling in love exactly this? we argue and war with our souls until one eventually succumbs to love. yet blank page(s) don’t illicit such emotional responses out of me. I don’t have writer’s block or artists block either. yet there is always that blossoming requirement to analyze, assess, and refine what is said, done, and remade. nowadays we see death of creativity more common than an overflux of it. because people have become borg. they’ve become boring, and cannot write nor draw without being told how to write, how to draw. no udemy course or youtube channel is going to teach you. they might psychologize you and instill a false sense of bravado. which might take you places. I never said they’d be places you wanted to go. Read More
