creativity MONTH
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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 youβll 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
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made this t rex today, and added some mountains
@Sir__Human this reminds me of Mario odyssey
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@Anonyymi beautiful shots, do you post them anywhere? VSCO or Instagram?
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Today a mouse got caught in a trap in my apartment. Somehow, it managed to set it off in such a way that it was caught by its tail with no other apparent injuries, leaving it free to squeak and spasm around and freak the fuck out, dragging the trap behind it all the way. It was completely terrified of me when I first approached; eventually, I managed to get close enough to it while it was still (likely resigned to its death at the hands of a giant, frozen in terror, its little mouse heart beating at somewhere around 6000bpm) to release it so it could scurry off under the fridge.
I felt good, because I saved the mouse. O merciful me, savior of poor terrified mice! But when you reduce the system to inputs and outcomes... I set up the trap for the purpose of killing interloping mice, the trap failed, the mouse lived and was released back into the building, and the mouse (an innocent being, after all) was made to suffer needlessly. It may have actually been one of the worst possible outcomes, depending on how you assign out your utils and how much value you assign to property rights or sanitation or mouse welfare or me having to feel bad, or whatever. It was a failure on almost every front.
But I saved the mouse, so. Let's not think about any of that. I'm a hero to mice. It's easier this way. The mouse was squeaking and pitiful and I saved it.
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Hi honey,
Your leaves started drying out and I didnβt know what to do.
I became worried. I wasnβt going to let you die, but it was possible. Iβm new to this.
I told a new friend at work she told me that I needed a pot with a hole in the bottom.
βThe roots will rot and the plant will die without a way to release all that water,β she said.
That night, I pulled my parents aside after dinner. I told them everything.
They listened. They offered to help.
My Mom took the pot from my hands,
and my Dad found a new oneβwith a hole this time.
I let them be rock stars again.Or maybe they let me be a rock star.
And maybe there were never any rock stars, just rock star people.
Iβm better at passing the ball lately too.I still donβt know if I care about plants all that much,
but I think Iβm a little better now at caring for something living. -
film should be coming back tomorrow
@Alexander that is beautiful, for some reason it reminds me of the last song on Camp "That Power"
"I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a boy
And got off a man more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit
But that's not true. The truth is I got on the bus a boy. And I never got off the bus
I still haven't"the content is not the same but the feeling I get when you say "and maybe there were never any rock stars, just rock star people" is similar. I quite love that line you wrote
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