creativity MONTH
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i wish i had an inner monologue with which i could reflect upon such magnificent sketches and musings. unfortunately inner monologues are woke. its not my fault i dont have one though, its just a disability. elizabeth holmes figured out being woke was wrong and made millions. until woke stopped her. its not my fault.
i love waking up and going to work at the Products Factory. founded it with a buddy in Tel Aviv a couple years ago. i dont know what we make anymore. or why we make it. its not my fault. were selling products and making millions. my millions are what i need. me and my buddys family eat, sleep, drink off those millions. my big beautiful son Sturgeon goes to private school on those millions. he wants to graduate, go to Harvard, and get a degree in Product Making. he set himself on this course after seeing one of my Products in action. it wasnt my fault. he went out on his own one day. did some sightseeing. he came back and asked me about the Product, asking if it was mine. i said Yes. he said he wanted to learn how to Make Products like his dad. and Make Millions for himself like his dad. i looked him dead in the eyes and said Sturgeon, stop listening to yourself think. You dont know what you want. then i put my lit cigar out on his forehead. tears welled in the boy's eyes, as if begging for an apology. i turned away to look at the market cap of my Products. Its not my fault son, i said. Times wasting. Theres millions to be made. Its not my fault.@eryp how does one think without an inner monologue? That has always intrigued me. How do shrooms work on you? do they even, i feel like all i do is think when im on shrooms. Are you an anti shroom man?
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Beautiful shots
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too tired to think and my desk is messy
things I have accumulated in the corner of my desk:- big glass paperweight from my childhood
- satisfyingly round rock about 1/2 diameter of paperweight
- $110 cash
- italian train ticket
- small bear-shaped glass jar of honey
- 3 packets of strawberry pop rocks
- manual for an obscure piece of technology
- oyster shell
I should clean my desk but I do not know what I would want to do with most of these things, to me the most appropriate place for them seems to be in an unorganized sprawl in the corner of my desk, I like them there.
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I know it's a little early, as the deadline for the collab is in 2 days, but I started making my part for the ghosting collab!
In this track you play as the wet bio fuel particle as you get burned alive in the combustion chamber, travelling upwards as flue gas. Most of you will be burned, but of course there are always a few parts of you that refuse to fully combust and escape the furnace as tiny ash or soot. Along the way you’ll pass through raging flames, swirling turbulence, and the chaotic dance of heat and oxygen trying to rip you apart. Sometimes the rising gas flow throws you into a cyclone separator, where the violent spinning vortex slams the heavier particles outward and sends them plunging back down into the furnace, as you get recycled back into the combustion chamber again and again. Finally, as your last-ditch effort to survive, you try to cling to whatever mass you have left, drifting through the furnace currents and hoping to escape the relentless heat before you are fully consumed.
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I hope drawing on free rider counts
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Zachary's day
I had a not so fun day today, well it was kinda fun, but the first part wasn't. I woke up late at 8:10 am because I had just come back from a party at 3:00 am. After I woke up I brushed my teeth showered, you know the whole drill. That's when I realized I was late for school. I quickly put some clothes on, green pants, white shirt(it was actually a shirt that had some of maples art printed on it that I bought a while back), and a black beanie. After that I rushed to school and somehow made it before the bell rang. I walked in and saw some of my friends by the entrance, they dabbed me up and were all like,
"yoo you ready for today"
"at least we get to go home early"
"im lowkey just gunna skip through this shit"
I had totally forgotten that the school was doing a pre-act today. I had no clue what to do either, I asked how do I know which room I need to go to, they pointed me in the direction of the wall next to student services. There there were dozens of papers all with names printed all over them and the room they were assigned, after searching through them I finally saw one that said,
Zachary Van Buren: D144
As I made my way to the room I didn't see any of my friends in the hall so it was a boring walk, matter of fact I barely saw anyone in the hall. After I finally found my room I was greeted by my biology teacher, who was posted outside doing something related to the pre-act. I then walked into the room, I saw a couple of my friends, but everyone was quite, so I became quite too. The teacher in there(I forgot his name) directed me to a seat. After everyone who was supposed to be there arrived and got situated he explained the rules of this pre-act. I can't tell you a think he said because I was still only half awake. Once he was done talking we started doing the tests, I won't bore you with the details of them, just know I got all the answers correct probably. I expected I'd be able to leave once I was done with the tests, but no we had to wait until everyone was done. I said to myself, ok thats not too bad, it was bad, really fucking bad. Some girl named faith or daphne or something took 40 minutes longer than everyone else. By the time we got out almost everyone was gone. To top it all off my ride had left too, so I stayed and chatted with my buddies. 30 minutes later I decided I'd just walk home. Just before I walked out the school parking lot I saw one of my friends also walking. I caught up to him and he asked where I was going, home I responded. He was like
"all the way to Greenvile?"
"Thats the plan, I'll get someone to pick me up midway if need be" I told him
He then said to me
"Why don't you go visit the middle school with me, I was gunna go stop in and say hi to some of our old teachers"
I was like "bet"
And so we went. While there I saw a couple of my old teachers, they were so excited to see me of course. I also ran into some 8th graders and 7th graders who remembered me(because I was so awesome and cool). The thing that surprised me the most though was that the 6th and 5th graders I once knew, who were now 8th and 7th graders, all vaped and smoked weed! Of course I did and do too. Except vaping I don't mess with that stuff, its really not good. I'm actually thinking of quitting weed. Anyways I was surprised and kinda excited, but also disappointed, I hoped it wasn't my fault or influence that caused them to pick up these bad habits. They asked me
"do you wanna go hit up the bathroom"
Which translates to - Let's go smoke some dope
I said "hell yeah" unfortunately.
After my encounter with the middle school was done I walked home. Happy ever after -
made this t rex today, and added some mountains
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made this t rex today, and added some mountains
@Sir__Human cant wait
