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⛧ Tuesday 09/15/2026 ⛧

this has been on repeat lately


⛧ Sunday 09/13/2026 ⛧

⠀⣠⣴⣾⡿⣷⣶⣶⡀⠠⣶⣶⣶⡶⠰⣶⣶⣶⡶⣶⣶⣤⠀⠠⣶⣾⣷⡶⠄⠀⠀⢠⣴⣾⣿⣶⣶⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⢾⣻⡽⣶⣄⣠⡶⣟⡿⣶⣤⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⢰⣿⣿⠋⠀⠀⠙⠿⠃⠀⢸⣿⣿⠇⠀⢸⣿⣿⣀⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡃⠀⠀⠀⢾⣿⣿⣷⣤⣙⠛⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡿⣽⢯⣷⣻⢷⣯⢷⣻⣽⣻⢷⣯⢷⠀⠀⠀ ⢸⣿⣿⣆⠠⣶⣶⣶⣶⠆⢸⣿⣿⠂⠀⢸⣿⣿⠛⣿⣿⣶⡀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡅⠀⢀⡀⣬⡛⠿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢿⣽⣻⢾⣽⣻⣞⣯⣟⡾⣽⣻⣞⡏⠀⠀⠀ ⠈⠻⣿⣿⣦⣴⣿⡿⠁⢠⣼⣿⣿⣧⢀⣾⣿⣿⣄⠸⣿⣿⣧⣄⣼⣿⣿⣦⣤⣾⡟⢻⣿⣦⣴⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢯⣟⣾⣳⣟⡾⣽⣻⢷⡻⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠀⠀⠈⠉⠉⠀⠀⠈⠉⠁⠀⠉⠈⠉⠁⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢞⡷⣯⣟⡷⡯⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠷⡯⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠀⠀⢀⣀⡀⠀⠀⢀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⡀⢀⠀⠀⢀⣀⡀⠀⢀⣀⡀⠀⠀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣀⡀⠀⠀⠀ ⠛⣿⣿⣷⡀⠀⣰⣿⣿⡟⠙⢻⣿⣿⣏⢸⣿⠟⠃⠀⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⡟⠻⣿⣷⠘⢿⣿⣿⡋⢻⣿⣿⠃⠘⣿⡟⠃⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣿⡿⠛⠿⣿⣿⠀ ⠀⣿⣿⣿⣷⣴⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠙⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣶⣦⣍⠀⠈⣿⣿⣧⣸⣿⣿⣧⣼⡟⠀⠀⠀⢰⣿⠛⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⠀⠀⣀⣉⣉⡀ ⠀⣿⡇⢿⣿⣿⠩⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣶⣍⠛⠿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⡿⠙⣿⣿⣿⠁⠀⠀⢠⣿⣷⣶⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⢻⣟⣿⣦⣼⢿⣿⣿⠟ ⠼⣿⡷⠈⠻⠁⠾⢿⣿⠿⠆⠀⠲⢿⣿⡿⠖⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠿⣷⣾⣿⠿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠹⣿⠃⠀⠹⡿⠃⠀⠀⠴⣿⡿⠆⠀⠾⣿⣿⡿⠖⠀⠙⠿⣿⣷⣿⠿⠋⠀


⛧ Sunday 09/13/2026 ⛧

i did major updates to the site today. i've been working on it all day. it feels good to work on it again, i've been away for so long.


⛧ Thursday 09/25/2025 ⛧





⛧ Sunday 09/07/2025 ⛧

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠶⣴⣶⣄⠀⠀⠀⢀⣴⣞⣼⣴⣖⣶⣾⡷⣶⣿⣿⣷⢦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠙⢟⠛⠴⣶⣿⣿⠟⠙⣍⠑⢌⠙⢵⣝⢿⣽⡮⣎⢿⡦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢱⡶⣋⠿⣽⣸⡀⠘⣎⢢⡰⣷⢿⣣⠹⣿⢸⣿⢿⠿⡦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢧⡿⣇⡅⣿⣇⠗⢤⣸⣿⢳⣹⡀⠳⣷⣻⣼⢿⣯⡷⣿⣁⠒⠠⢄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣧⡏⣿⣿⢾⣯⡠⣾⣸⣿⡿⣦⣙⣿⢹⡇⣿⣷⣝⠿⣅⣂⡀⠀⠡⢂⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⡟⣿⡇⡏⣿⣽⣿⣧⢻⡗⡇⣇⣤⣿⣿⣿⣧⣿⣿⡲⣭⣀⡭⠛⠁⠀⠀⣨⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⠀⠀⠀⠀⢻⣿⣇⣥⣏⣘⣿⣏⠛⠻⣷⠿⡻⡛⠷⡽⡿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠟⠓⠉⠢⢄⡀⢠⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢇⠀⠀⠀⢸⣾⣿⣽⣿⣏⣻⠻⠁⢠⠁⠀⠀⠀⠘⣰⣿⣿⢟⢹⢻⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡒⢄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡄⠀⠀⢸⣯⣿⣿⣿⢷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⣩⣿⣿⢿⣾⣸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣅⡠⠚⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢡⠀⠀⠀⢟⣿⣯⡟⠿⡟⢇⡀⠀⠀⠐⠁⢀⢴⠋⡼⢣⣿⣻⡏⠀⠀⠀⣀⠄⠂⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠇⠀⠀⠈⠊⢻⣿⣜⡹⡀⠈⠱⠂⠤⠔⠡⢶⣽⡷⢟⡿⠕⠒⠀⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⢿⠿⠿⢿⠾⣽⡀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣥⣃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠤⠒⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠰⡀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣖⠂⠠⠐⠋⠀⠙⠳⣤⣠⠀⠀⠀⣀⠤⠒⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠵⡐⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢷⣄⡀⠀⠠⡀⠀⠈⠙⠶⣖⡉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡥⠈⠂⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠉⠙⠲⣄⠈⠣⡀⠀⠀⠈⢻⡦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠇⠀⠀⠀⠈⣷⡄⠈⠄⠀⠀⠀⢧⠀⠑⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡄⠀⠀⠀⡀⠀⢠⣿⣤⣤⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⡄⢸⠀⠀⠀⢸⣄⣤⣼⣧⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡄⠀⠀⠇⣠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⢸⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⣿⣿⡿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢰⣀⣀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⡿⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠉⠁⠀⠈⠉⠙⠛⠿⠿⠽⠿⠟⠛⡉⠛⠲⣿⣿⠿⡿⠟⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⡇⠀⠀⢠⡏⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⠋⠀⠀⣠⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡰⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢔⠏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡠⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⠒⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠄⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⡠⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⠊⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡠⣻⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢫⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣰⡿⣿⣿⣦⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⣧⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⠏⣸⣿⣷⢷⠙⣻⢶⣤⣄⣀⣀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣠⠾⠉⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠰⣏⠀⣿⣿⡘⣼⡇⠀⠁⠙⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠉⠁⠀⠀⣽⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢙⠓⠛⠘⣧⠾⢷⣄⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⢟⢇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⠀⠀⠀⢸⣧⠀⠹⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢻⣿⣿⡿⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⢂⠙⢿⡷⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢃⠀⠀⠈⠙⠀⠀⠻⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⡀⠹⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡾⠐⠠⠀⠻⠬⠄⡒⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢣⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠐⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡈⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠑⡄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠃⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⛧ Friday 08/29/2025 ⛧

it all just sails by and you can only look over the port side and watch the water slip by
sun sparkling on the tips
or moonlight glistening in an oval out in the deep black expanse
i crash through my days, china splinters exploding in a dust around me
my horns digging trenches in the wall
(can bulls swim?)
careening through a hallway to burst through the doors to that big water before me
and plummeting to the depths below
(able to swim or not?)
it's amazing how i can say everything without saying anything at all
bulls and boats and baptisms
and yet i feel so much better now
words like puzzles; tired like a dog after a snuffle mat
the rinse cycle and a steam dry
it all comes back to water
liquid wet, the color of my pen.


⛧ Wednesday 01/29/2025 ⛧


⛧ Thursday 10/19/2023 ⛧


⛧ Monday 10/16/2023 ⛧

hard to nail down the time and the focus to communicate that i'm happy. you know? when it's bad, and all you've got is time, you sit and document the sadness. it's in everything. my writing, the music I'm listening to, the things i pull into me.... but then shit gets good. times get happy and life flows from me like a fountain and suddenly i cease to exist. my journal hasn't been touched in days...weeks, let's be real. so the document of my life is sadness then gaps. at least i can say i'm out there experiencing it. like sure, if i died tomorrow and all that was left of my life was the raggedy spiral bound notebooks, then sure, yeah my life was just sad. but i guess i don't really care, like i know that's not true.

life is flowing from me like a fountain right now. i'm full of it and leaking from my seams.


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