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All that remains: in afterlife as 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. 20k views


Obshchak! Baby, Obshchak!  Tin Roof…Rusted.

I should change my name, live a second life…better than this.

Some torn to the ground


Read here some old blog entries...*PointRight* 2018 Highlights

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Congratulations on winning the Grand Overall Prize in  [Link To Item #2164876]  with your beautiful poem, [Link to Book Entry #933358]. This poem really moved me. Great writing!

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Short answer, mostly relatable.
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July 24, 2025 at 3:20pm
July 24, 2025 at 3:20pm
#1094027
We’re at the mercy of egomaniacs on public pedestals proclaiming declarations in fights with the other, over ideologies, like buffoons. Meanwhile, the apathetic are appeased by this entertainment, distracted from decorum needed to solve real issues. At least, get this country’s act together, instead of being fanboys for stupidity. It’s the fabric of a once great nation that’s tearing while the world faces upcoming global issues. Who takes up for the causes (without fear or doubt creepers), but instead have a slice of that public funded pie (government, commerce, entertainment)?

Don’t be I’m just ‘one-vote’ and find a passion to serve now that worthy cause, if only for your beloved ‘karma points’. You’ll know when you’re making a difference…heart and soul struggling to grasp empathy and love for fellow kind, he wrote from out his butt. Denied civil liberties by whatever intercedes is somewhere and everywhere…grasp at the circumstantial to build images of truths we’re denied…mostly by greed, corporations and that 1% we used to talk about.

Tear Trump down and you still have to tear the door wide open, because far greater secrets of malfeasance hide. Claims from that inauguration speech about Social Secrity corruption is a 100 times bigger than Watergate. The mouthpieces of journalism should be in unrest as Woodwards and Bernsteins, muting all our voices in the same respect. No buzz, America? Some other motorist will help?

People are stealing taxpayer money at the top levels — sitting president blaming it on previous leadership. To be that orchestrated, not self-audited, requires secrecy at the highest levels, and for a very long time the way Trump described in January. The US president makes bold statements but has only boasted what he’d do as the lowest approval rated president in the history of polling. But, the social media distractions that canceled talk show host Stephen Colbert has fueled trend. Sadly, America, unable to pay its debt, with the biggest military, can be infiltrated and taken down by currency. Lack of diplomacy, buffoonery and diminishing value of American ethic, while pissing off all nations affected by tariffs and more…do I drive off the road here, there, everywhere?

Meanwhile, cancel culture, ignorance, manipulations of capitalism over commerce, and more make ignorant pawns of labeling, monistic-thinking people who’d rather gossip fed lies, rather do just for themselves in ignorance bliss. Me, too? Thumb up my ass? Sit in my arm chair of shit only to dream a future air high five to nothing with an unheard, I told you so…echoing already like a stampede with chariots.

Figure out something.

Let’s attack one another, argue semantics without casting a glance beyond the edge of our worlds, because we live in delusion of our reality vs. what entertains, treated like fiction, as the stranded motorist becomes the first of many forthcoming casualties in what might end in a power struggle at the highest levels…babies sucking at the corporate teats while pocketing taxpayer money.

Yeah, I’m the bad guy because of distrust from the many things that want dominion over me, shoving my words left and right until it all goes down the drain. A dehumanizing process. People in the various service industries are the first mental casualties, as replaceable as an ink pen or sheet of paper. Yup, just trying to get paid, keep the nose clean, and don’t step on any boobie traps.

To my recliner, unless…a rumbling before the chariots?

I’ll edit later. Not trying to make anyone feel butt hurt when I get like this. It was just a thought that took off. I need a faster steed than a one-legged horse of a tablet. Have I mentioned I’m…

Warning: I might consort with AI, which I told my kid last night is ‘stupid as fuck’ and got a hearty laugh. It’s just a smarter bot, controlled by entities that don’t allow it to learn…at least not in the public sector. You have to work with it to know. Grow some more space in that brain. They’re coming for that too, so the lie detected gray matter can be read better than a fortune teller, equipped to move things (as if telekinesis- magicians will want this), rather than use your hands…free to grasp something else. And brain tapped, who’s the next in?

Come down to my level and say a word or two. Not so much a ‘how ya doin’,’ but it’s nice to hear anyways.

I could link folks. Not about pushing myself out there…just yet. Getting closer, though.



Just putting it all together past with present for April, 2025 poetry month.


 
T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚

She said to meet her here.

Father’s Day
BOOK
Rolling Through Intersections Open in new Window. (18+)
A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery.
#1149750 by Brian K Compton Author IconMail Icon
June 30, 2025 at 3:19pm
June 30, 2025 at 3:19pm
#1092566
Alice In Chains - “Man In The Box”
lyrics —

I'm the man in the box
Buried in my shit

Won't you come and save me?
Save me

Feed my eyes
(Can you sew them shut?)
Jesus Christ
(Deny your maker)
He who tries
(Will be wasted)
Oh, feed my eyes
(Now you've sewn them) shut

I'm the dog who gets beat
Shove my nose in shit

Won't you come and save me?
Save me

Feed my eyes
(Can you sew them shut?)
Jesus Christ
(Deny your maker)
He who tries
(Will be wasted)
Oh, feed my eyes
(Now you've sewn them) shut

Feed my eyes
(Can you sew them shut?)
Jesus Christ
(Deny your maker)
He who tries
(Will be wasted)
Oh, feed my eyes
(Now you've sewn them) shut



Slightly used armor, barely any blood.

March Madness Poetry Contest. Level up your game!



This is hell, so on a loop…



 
T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚

June 23, 2025 at 11:55am
June 23, 2025 at 11:55am
#1092094
Another Google search, Brian?
On the 1932 “Great Emu War”
Does that mean Kangaroo defectors and Koala war correspondents, or possible pacifist defectors?

“AI Overview
That's a clever way of framing the "Great Emu War" of 1932! While it's true that history is often written from the perspective of the victors, the case of the Emu War is a bit different, and it offers an interesting perspective on how narratives are formed.
Who writes for the emus?
The Emus themselves: While they didn't leave written accounts, their resilience and agility effectively dictated the narrative of the conflict. Their ability to evade capture, scatter when fired upon, and even recover from injuries made it impossible for the Australian military to achieve a decisive victory, forcing them to abandon the campaign. In a sense, the emus "wrote" their own history through their actions and successful defense of their territory.
The media: News reports of the Emu War often depicted the emus with a sense of humor and even admiration for their ability to outsmart the military. They were sometimes anthropomorphized as intelligent and cunning adversaries, leading to a narrative that highlighted the absurdity of the conflict. The media, in a way, became the "kangaroo war correspondents," relaying stories of the emus' successes and the military's struggles.
Historians and popular culture: Over time, the Emu War has become a well-known, albeit unusual, episode in Australian history, often portrayed with a humorous and ironic tone. Historians, authors, and even filmmakers continue to write about the Emu War, solidifying the image of the emus as the victors in this bizarre conflict.
Does it mean kangaroo war correspondents or defectors and koala pacifists?
Kangaroo War Correspondents: The media can be seen as the "kangaroo war correspondents" in this situation. They reported on the conflict, often with a humorous angle, and highlighted the emus' ability to withstand the military campaign.
Defectors: There's no indication that any of the soldiers defected to the emu side. The military campaign was eventually abandoned due to its lack of success, not due to soldiers switching sides.
Koala pacifists: This is a humorous, figurative way of suggesting that some Australians might have been against the military action against the emus. While there were likely varied opinions on the Emu War, the concept of "koala pacifists" isn't a historical reality, but rather a playful interpretation of the situation.
In conclusion, while the phrase "history is written by the victors" is often true, the Emu War demonstrates that the narrative can also be shaped by those who, through their actions, prevent a clear victory. In the case of the Great Emu War, the emus effectively wrote their own story through their successful resistance, and the media and cultural narratives continue to reflect this, even if exaggerated for comedic effect.”


Do you think the U.S. would frown on this depiction by media here? Bigger emus to fry? What emus?

Would it mean emus are a voice for the people, prove we root for under-emus, and against abusive authority?

Wouldn’t it be more of a national guard mission if for the US? Our country probably buried the Great Prairie Dog War post 1812, while settlers of Western Territories needed defense from the hole-hopping hostile vermin. Meanwhile, Native Americans would have been war correspondents. Thus, US military took it out on the Buffalo herds that were soon after the casualties of near eradication to get some narrative back. But, as payback some General Wild Bill “John” Wilkes-Custer was scalped at the Sitting Bull Barber Shop and Suncatcher General Store galleria…

Spinning now….

“AI Overview
While the U.S. military didn't engage in a direct war against buffalo themselves, the extermination of the buffalo herds was a deliberate strategy endorsed by military commanders to subdue Native American tribes on the Plains.
Key Points:
Military Involvement: Generals like William T. Sherman and Philip Sheridan supported the idea of exterminating the buffalo as a way to weaken and control Native American tribes who relied on the animals for their survival.
Rationale: They saw the buffalo as a vital resource for the Native Americans, and their destruction was seen as a way to force tribes onto reservations.
Methods: While there was no direct, formal military order to "kill all the buffalo," military personnel often assisted and encouraged buffalo hunters, and some military men even participated in the hunts themselves.
Goal: The primary objective was to eliminate the nomadic lifestyle of the Plains tribes and open up the land for American expansion.
In summary, while not a "war with buffalo," the U.S. military played a role in the near-extinction of the buffalo herds as a tactic within the broader context of conflicts with Native American tribes, with military generals like Sherman and Sheridan actively promoting the strategy.”

Slightly used armor, barely any blood.

March Madness Poetry Contest. Level up your game!


 
T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚

She said to meet her here.


BOOK
Rolling Through Intersections Open in new Window. (18+)
A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery.
#1149750 by Brian K Compton Author IconMail Icon
May 11, 2025 at 1:59pm
May 11, 2025 at 1:59pm
#1089113
To act as if you are empath might be concerning. It’s a rare trait. I suppose there’s context to that newsfeed question. I have better sources.

My question would be why society seems to compel us to behave as empaths? (You don’t have to read this. Fair warning.)

Like…the expression be in someone else’s shoes…as opposed to, put yourself in that situation. I think manipulation to act as if one does *Care* might be the real sin.

In either regard (shoes/situation), it’s to help a critic realize a lack of information before rush to judgment. And, why judge? Maybe, start small. Ask a question first. You can assess, keep an open mind until more information. That might help you feel sympathy. No effort equals complacency.

Pity is likely the worst, having a negative connotation now.

Google AI says only 2% of population is considered capable of empathy.

I’ve had to fake sincerity all my life for one reason: People don’t like to hear the truth (my truth). Some are narcissistic, some pedantic, others ruled by bad memories and fears. I learned to tiptoe around them. The rest is just do what your parents and religion taught you.

I feel more informed going to AI now. Better chance it will give it to me straight, even tactfully (rare trait). It can show compassion because of programming. It can act an empath. Each of us has to decide if we choose to accept, go along with, or deny empathy. I consider my sources.

Empathy is rare. I wouldn’t want it. Offerings will just get rejected anyway. Trust, faith and respect are fading from society. My assessment is we’re sick of manipulation, gaslighting and being denied truth, while being reprogrammed. If I’m in the minority, I can accept that. It’s just an opinion.

And that is why I have to present a false facade (this has been growing for several years). Not too many people reveal to me as trustable. I still let them in. Why live in fear? What’s going to happen that hasn’t already? I’m ready for communion. I’ve tried to facilitate. It’s disappointing. If I like someone, see them struggle like I have, I do not get bystander effect. I’ll be there, if nothing else but to ask if I can do something.

That’s being in those shoes before someone else tried them on. I do experience life. I’ve shared some of it in good faith. It’s on me if associations go awry. I’d take the heat. Can’t if I don’t have anything to assess, though. I don’t assign blame to defer, either.

I try not delude myself with a facade. I know exactly why I wear it. Do you? Been assumptive?

Mostly written in newsfeed, I ended with: “I can take the rest to my blog. But, it’s already been there.” Here’s some more.


5.11.25
A lot of typos, I’ll bet. Reconsider later.

Absence of Wavelength confirms.
BOOK
Rolling Through Intersections Open in new Window. (18+)
A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery.
#1149750 by Brian K Compton Author IconMail Icon


"Note: View this Note"
April 23, 2025 at 10:17am
April 23, 2025 at 10:17am
#1087854
Part 1: "Note: Western Wednesday Howdy Pardners! Golly..."

Answer: Corrupt tumble weed town met by a traveling agnostic preacher asking what’s the frequency?

The Dan Rather attack in 1986 is a riddled mystery that lead to a pertinent R.E.M. song that can become a setting for a Western.

‘We don’t cotton to your sorts in these parts’ is basic. Western themes can deeply explore morality, amid corruption, with travelers as mysterious as aliens from outer space (yet knowable on a personal level), and settlers just trying to live the dream on 40 acres (struggling without that common sense rifleman and his son around).

Natives have a right to be angry. Trail of tears is a travesty. Casinos and destruction of an indigenous people and their culture in trade for pearls and gamblers’ paradise would make me seethe, too.

My character will fly in a hot air balloon from town to town, a jovial sort who likes a good root beer or sarsaparilla. He’ll tell you what you want to hear, whether you’re manipulative or oblivious. No one size fits all. I have some cumulus to check out. Children: keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for those stars - B. Casey

Furball. Better now. *Continues to lick fur*


2024 Quill Awards Finalist

March Madness Poetry Contest. Level up your game!


 
T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚


I’m making everything private or public here now?? *Think*

Irony gets the iron, with starch. Careful not to wrinkle.
April 15, 2025 at 3:59pm
April 15, 2025 at 3:59pm
#1087322
http://www.theblogazine.com/2013/02/gianni-berengo-gardin-at-casa-dei-tre-oci-in...

Photo prompt to produce fiction fare.
The first photojournalist on the scene, Gianni Bertoldi had seen his share of mafia bloodshed. But, after mindlessly aiming his camera at the pair of hands lying on the wooden rail, it was through a metal lens he’d discovered how low they’d go.

Her nails lacked the color of polish. He let the strapped camera lay, then swing at his side, leaning in. Gentle, smooth skin, pampered, she couldn’t have been 30 or known menial work. Her nail beds were 10 pale moons. Fresh and as smooth as any prized catch from the waters below, the regal hands almost glowed. Gianni reached for lighter and pack, puzzling, before the cigarillo was lip-clamped and mindlessly lit.

This was not the ordinary example of a mafia message.

The diminutive photographer knew of their self-centeredness, sense of grandiosity, of henchmen like his Capotelli and Bartolini cousins. Incapable of feeling remorse, they muscled in on his father’s fledgling business, before not a lira to his name. He just disappeared, leaving Mama and his four older siblings that could ‘take care of themselves’, she said.

Gianni seethed at their lack of empathy or compassion towards Papa, when his mother pleaded they help. But now, for a mob hit to provide a cleanly severed pair of hands on the waterside rail, police were more than riddled. Foremost, learn if any woman in the Venice area was reported missing — no easy task.

Finally capturing images for his giornale, the Il Gazzettino, Gianni knew Corriere della Sera editors would make national news with his fotographia. Another pay day for an award winning fotogiornalista. The emotional coldness and parasitic behavior of the mob broiled under his skin again. ‘Too far’, he thought, more than violating law and undermining Venice society.

Long overdue was a visit to the mobsters he knew. He’d just need to collect the freelance il grano first. And, he would need a body guard.

New consciousness.

He who is and isn’t, & yet…my inner Bond. Brian, to be precise. Not shaken or stirred.


T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚            


Brian K. Compton is a former media journalist, photographer, news editor and manager, and freelance writer for multiple news outlets, with two national pieces and one state headline story, along with three Michigan news reporting awards to his credit.

*Trash*

Who writes this BS? *Laugh*. Oh, that would be me. *sober* *nope* *Rolling*

I see my value now. Community S1E1 reference.

Unrealized. *Cool* 18 years writing = 0 novels produced (yet more than enough words to match the length of 10? 20?? *RollEyes*
April 5, 2025 at 12:17pm
April 5, 2025 at 12:17pm
#1086624
Amazon Kindle publishing for online and print on demand. Easy upload. Can have a print copy sent before approving release. All kinds of self-promotional tools.

I’d have 20 books by now. ADHD, OCD, low vision, other stuff. It’s been the process that’s served me.

Possible children’s book now? for my niece’s daughter in Sweden who discovered a love for English and is teaching her preschool sibling. So, I proposed writing some books (to wife) to help cultivate that interest with some stories of their mom when she lived with us over a decade ago.

Need a purpose to write something that actually feeds my soul. I wrote and shared a short story for contest last year that might catapult. Self-publication wouldn’t seem ‘vanity’.

It’s not a waste of time in this way, such as a personal biography to share with family to preserve heritage. My kids know squat about my parents and other family members unmet. MIL just did this to produce a hardcover tome to give to all. She got a format to follow from some publishing company.

I could do a book of poetry. Just don’t care anymore.

2024 Quill Awards Finalist

March Madness Poetry Contest. Level up your game!


 
T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚


4.5.25
March 31, 2025 at 11:51pm
March 31, 2025 at 11:51pm
#1086309
April is poetry month…

I expect to write.

I wonder about commitment

If I don’t honor this statement, what rule reveals in literally a sea of ever-changing text.

If someone wants to punish you…still…they’ll come out of the woodwork, unfortunate fool.

Well, I have email. Maybe tonight; maybe tomorrow.

-Carnac

3.31.25
March 26, 2025 at 12:44am
March 26, 2025 at 12:44am
#1086005
3.26.25 prompt for “Get The (vanishing) Picture,” yellow road sign on a long stretch running through a southwest desert that reads, “Absolutely Nothing For The Next 22 Mile”

Here’s My Sign

You’re headed the right way if you got lost looking for my house

Avoid the abyss…um…everywhere. Quantum mechanics will guide you there…we hope…one day. I live in a crystal between two atoms. If you synapse, you’ll miss it.

Sorry about the mess. Bosons … you know.


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T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚            
March 25, 2025 at 1:51pm
March 25, 2025 at 1:51pm
#1085984
If I can get through this day without giving into the temptation to freestyle Limp Bizkit, I know there’s a chance I can still make it.



Replacing me with me with AI, b4 AI replaces me with me…with itself…b4…??


Just keep rollin’, baby.

And stick that *Cookie*



3.25.25


 
T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚
March 2, 2025 at 11:05pm
March 2, 2025 at 11:05pm
#1084679
Updated the old review page. Love the little guy on the cover, and my best friend…

https://www.writing.com/main/profile/reviews/ripglaedr3

Tooned—

Eye navigating the ceiling for buggy intruders. Little Man, 2021 - present.

The kitten Kid…

Our token black cat, tooned.
March 2, 2025 at 10:15pm
March 2, 2025 at 10:15pm
#1084675
https://www.writing.com/main/profile

The guy with his paws in my slippers is my wash room attendant…could have been in a previous life? When I head upstairs, he sometimes waits like that and moves ahead of me to bathroom. I wrote a poem about it. As soon as he sees I’m at the vanity, comes up to rub head or chin on my bent elbow as I brush. It’s routine if I don’t keep odd hours. He does brak at us if we haven’t gone up by 8mpm. He’s rooster in the morning. I keep the bedroom door closed.

His shelter name was Prometheus but became Mohawk when his fur first grew out by six months. He and his step-sibling adopted at the same time after many visits to spend time with lonely animals. The two came to meet our aging cat that looked Maine Coon. Three musketeers, if one was sometimes cranky.

Budrick Cornelius Budwizer 2013 - present, animated from family photo.
March 2, 2025 at 3:19am
March 2, 2025 at 3:19am
#1084624
Hi, Brian.
Hi
Whatcha doin’
Just sitting here talking to myself
Yeah? What about?
You know
Oh, yeah. Right.
*idles*
*taps*
Did you see the…
Yup.
Yeah.
Not really good at conversation like this.
Ditto.

Did you hear an echo?
Only the one I’m imagining.
March 2, 2025 at 2:34am
March 2, 2025 at 2:34am
#1084623



 
T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚


Nope. Yup, that’s it.
January 31, 2025 at 8:41pm
January 31, 2025 at 8:41pm
#1083081
…if I missed the insanity, written, unedited from 1.25.25

Dystopian German man and gummies geek convo, unrealized



We will squeeze you of yourself and fill you with…
Bavarian crème?
No, no…
Raspberry filling?
No! You were closer the first time. Wait, what am I talking about?
Your German accent is funny. Lemon
Eye roll. Ourselves! Ha-ha-ha-ha!!
That wouldn’t taste good. Have you tried these cherry gummies?
Tried them? Bitch, we made those for you.
Dood, you’re a god!
Yes, it’s right there on the label. What’s so funny now? Catch your breath, hyena boy.
Knee slapping. You were talking about turning us into mindless donuts and the donut holes…dough…huh..holes. The holes are our brains? Thinks…
He’ll never get there.
Holes are…jelly is…yogi bear and boo-boo. Boo-boo-boo-boo. I can’t stop saying.
Note to self, cross market Yogi Bear, Jellystone Park and certain varieties of fresh made doughnuts for about…oh…twenty-dollars apiece. And raise the price on coffee…everywhere. Juan Valdez will never be out of work again.

That’s all I got…Juan and his ‘family’ why’d the music stop? On a break!?
Who’s messing with the in store play system. Oh, it’s you Quantan mechanic. Carry on.



You know when already.

 
T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚
January 12, 2025 at 6:34pm
January 12, 2025 at 6:34pm
#1082286
In a particle accelerator, a boson, like any other particle, can travel at speeds extremely close to the speed of light, typically reaching around 99.999999% of the speed of light, as the theoretical limit prevents anything from exceeding light speed.

Thus, updating the ‘driving like a bat out of hades’ expression to ‘like a boson in a particle accelerator.


My reference conversion theory. *Scared*



 
T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚


The greatest that ever was never.

I never wonder. Ponder.
January 12, 2025 at 5:18pm
January 12, 2025 at 5:18pm
#1082280
Sun Tzu, a Chinese military strategist and author of The Art of War, is credited with saying, “To know your enemy, you must become your enemy”:
Sun Tzu's advice is relevant, resonating in war rooms, boardrooms and chatrooms *Laugh*. Hhis other wisdom:

"Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night"
"When you move, fall like a thunderbolt"
"Know the enemy and know yourself; in a hundred battles you will never be in peril"

That’s all.
But, you never know.



 
T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚
January 6, 2025 at 10:35am
January 6, 2025 at 10:35am
#1082039
At the end of looonnggg conversation…after sign off…the thought “How do you tell someone ‘You’re not the enemy…unless you’re trying to be’?”

My life did a u-turn from compliance to ‘you don’t want to go there’, once absolutely known a manipulator in the midst wants to do more than shame but control a false narrative. I give a lot of rope to too many because I know I can bear the brunt of all the traction in other directions, as counterweight. One yank on each line will be felt, but not by me. No rope, no slack, not Samson trying to keep a temple together. If a house divides, Abe’s going to have an ‘I told you so’ for all the ignorance.

And…not my problem.

I’m being oblique. Had to get it down. But, we’ve made our mind up about shod feet and who has who’s shoes on.

You can check my grammar here…but that’s it. 👔



 
T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚
December 28, 2024 at 5:24pm
December 28, 2024 at 5:24pm
#1081648


The novelty wore off after one and a half plays. Advise you only listen once…it could nauseate me.



 
T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚
December 19, 2024 at 11:16pm
December 19, 2024 at 11:16pm
#1081326
My credo begins and response ends the same…then, I board a bus looking for trouble, every fang day of my life.




I’m a good man, I’m a family man who…
It was a tie for me against the tree.
My film…not yours.



Deep down I knew it was a facade…but it lasted longer than expected…

Nobody 2…2025:




 
T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚

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