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October 7, 2017
Surface Deep – Journal 10/7/17
It’s been emotion heavy lately. I keep wondering when I’ll outgrow nostalgia, but it isn’t happening. My nostalgia just gets closer to the present as I move, so it moves with me.
The sweatpants I’m wearing, and have been wearing for years, are stained with paint from painting the dorm of someone I don’t talk to anymore. Loaned them to people. Wore them. A lot of understated memories.
Sometimes I think about keeping a timeline or calendar on here just to keep things straight. To always have a...
October 6, 2017
Daytime Nebulae
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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/32; 1/3200; ISO-400; 44mm. 7/23/17 1:26 PM.
Strange things happen when the settings are all on high.
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Inferno In Stillness
Contact
Contracted again
Bloodlet old memories
Dead experience
Necromancer
Not by chance
These memories rise
From dancing with dead
A cult of sorrow
In the cemetary
Of memory city
Near Radio Reality
Glass and reflections
In sacrificial incense
Offer to the airwaves
Intelevision
Buried praxis
Shimmering in trees
While their roots drink
Deep into dark soil
Where cultists dig
With plans to withstand
Saying
Cease your
Resistance
Dead memories
Waxing poetic
Changed expectations
From all to null
Da...
October 5, 2017
Telerevolution
There will be no bombs
No raving applause
No soldiers coming home
From war at the cafe
No war on the streets
This is not the way
The revolution will not
Be televised
Buildings will burn but
We’re blind to the words
Emerging as ashes
From setfire fascists
No, we say!
No televisions
But we’ll run away same
As yesterday
When firebombs burst
At government buildings
And like ants all the
Apathetics are burned
This scourge of the Earth
No!
The revolution
Will not be televised
But the fires are
Out...
October 4, 2017
Seattle From the Freeway
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Shot with a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XS; f/5.6; 1/1250; ISO-400; 55mm.
This skyline, as I ride shotgun, strikes me every time I cross that hill to view it.
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If I Could Be Any Age – Unadulterated
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This page looks like it’s been put through the wringer. Transcript: “If I could be any age I would want to be seven because being young rocks. You can get more toys than grown-ups, like race car tracks, star wars legos, police kit. Anyway I’m just saying that being young rocks!”
Oh boy. This one’s going to be fun to pick apart, I think. So if I was 7 back when this was written, I was in second grade. It would have been the year 2004. Man, if only I knew that we were getting knee deep into th...
October 3, 2017
Destiny Business – Journal 10/3/17
Back to usual business after yesterday. No more soapboxing. At least in that sphere! Because I shall continue to soapbox, as this is my journal! Ha haaaaa!
Yesterday I did a proof of concept to demonstrate audio/video editing capability. Bear with me, because it’s somewhat amateur, but it’s something new! On my personal Youtube channel, you can find this playlist called RRC Broadcasts which will contain the podcasty type stuff I do if I do it in the future. I’ll link you to what I did yesterd...
Lioncrown
A lion’s mane
Is his crown
I thought
That if it were shaved
It’d be frowned upon
The longer the better
Greasy, stringy
In summer weather
Winter wouldn’t know
That longer isn’t
What’s in fashion
So the lion was shaved
In such unbeatable heat
That forges envied
With a shave, dethroned
A lion lost
A mere symbol
But a crown doesn’t
Make royalty like claws
And roars quite do
Status symbol?
Maybe so. But not so much
As to replace strength in raw
A lion may kill the same
With a short mane
As with th...
October 2, 2017
Sin City Prayers – Journal #2 10/2/17
When I wake up in the morning these days it’s like there’s a 10% chance that something awful has happened way too close for comfort. San Bernardino. The stabbing of a cabbie in Spokane. Vegas. You know how you keep up with people on social media but don’t really talk to them? I have such a person on my Facebook friend’s list that I was once pretty fond of.
The world is only stranger when I know that my first crush way back in elementary school was present and evading gunfire in Las Vegas last...
