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Had a bizarre question in mind to start the day: which Star Trek ship is most beautiful? And it isn’t necessarily the original Enterprise. But that sort of deep dive isn’t really in my purview today. There’s content out there on that subject already but I have my own ideas how to aesthetically judge spacecraft…
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You know the drillGo ahead, take the pillCalm the demons in your headDrug them till they’re deadDrown the passion that buildsSteer you toward good willThe straight line is drawnYou’re meant to followStay on course so life’sMade simpler, easier swallowedJust take the damned pillYou know the drill 11-21-05
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This is from September 2025, but I’m intentionally posting it now because it’s relevant. Criticism is useful, yes. The discussion is helpful. But when the product is so bad that trying to critique it makes my brain hurt, you have to go to a different level of analysis. I’m not even going to go into…
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Buried beneath the lacquerThe liquor stole your beautiful sightInside you suck on your inhalerSearching for some inner light What’s left within for rightIs there any purpose to fightYou’re fading even palerThe days are growing ever staler This is a stage of frightDarkened by eternal nightHate pervades the valleysAnd slips through the broken levees Watch the…
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Woke up thinking about better frameworks for an intellectually honest life. I think the number one thing is handwriting as much as possible. I think typing is okay, too, if you just allow yourself to flow without distractions. While I don’t see myself going to a Neil Gaiman level absolute devotion to the idea of…
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It was another day at the office, in the Year of Our Lord 2012, yet another day where the universe seemed to conspire against me. My inbox overflowed with social media updates and inconsequential emails. The news app on my smartphone was a carousel of doom and gloom. Rocking back and forth in my cheap…
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Words are like little magic spellsYou cast them by the tongue or the penOr by swipe of a finger or stroke of key Words of anger and hateAre like black magicThey can make thingsWither and dieSpirits crumbleAnd beauty waste away Words of kindness and loveAre like the whitest magicMake life and all in it bloomGrow…
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I was left to wander aloneIn this desert, hair windblownI’m a dry, hot, beautiful messWritten off, but not distressedFinding peace and companyIn these wide open spacesI now sing my desertsong Still a mess, but lovely in itHot by day, too cool at nightFriends with the desert foxAnd with the lizards and hawksI’m never alone out…
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I’m caught in a brainstormThe lightning and thunderrumble on whether I want them toor not, I’m so distractedEven the simplest taskBecomes an unbearable chore The thoughts they flowlike a rampaging floodDo I gate them? Do I dam them?Or do I let them wash awaywhat’s left of my sanity?Do I just set them free?Let them break…
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Once we were sinnersWith heads full of steamCruising down the boulevardPaved with beer-battered broken dreams We were driftersWithout a clueWe were dumb sinnersWith nothing left to lose Always on the lookoutFor poor waving thumbsTo join our wandering brigadeA choir of forgotten souls And I know, I know, I know that we’re still damnedI know, yeah,…