creativity MONTH
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Is anyone else tired of hearing about f***ing Epstein?
I feel like everyone's carrying around a giant shame bubble because everyone expects you to be a "perfect person".
Washing my hands until cuts open up because I don't want to infect anyone else.
Trying to understand my need to be liked and why I'm drawn to people who don't seem as interested (even if they went to Stanford).
I had a dream that I was willing to be seen by someone from my past even though I possibly have a bad reputation. I chose to stop hiding. -
playing dumb to dumpsters
delulu things I say on my trash route:
- the needle that stuck me was for insulin
- every cat that jumps in the dumpster jumps out
- it is my hair tickling my neck
- the filthier the trash can, the cleaner the house
- starting fluid is only used for engines
- rainwater is leaking down into my shoes
- people throw out pillows for other reasons than bedbugs
- my socks are made from a particularly itchy blend
- rice can wiggle a little bit
- the elderly woman that hasn’t had her trash at the curb for a few weeks is visiting family out of town
not much of a poem but something for day 1
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It should have been hot
It was decidedly not
Maybe sometime else -
today's lunch is "egg drop soup - the octo way"
my dad used to make egg drop soup a lot and I didn't "get" it but now I get it. it's a good food on the effort/reward graph. it's "pareto efficient". also it's a really pleasant meal and very easy to make and enjoy. you should make it yourself and seeingredients:
some - ginger
some - garlic
a - potato
some - chicken stock
a - scallion
splash - chinese black vinegar
splash - hot sauce
spash - soy sauce
some - gelatin (due to addiction to adding gelatin to soups and stocks etc.)finely chop garlic + ginger on your plastic cuttingboard that will imbue your food with microplastics. think about that factoid about humans having enough plastic in them to constitute a credit card, but do not let this spur you to action. fry briefly in a saucepan in whatever fat you have, but garlic in butter smells really good so you should do that. add stock (optionally add gelatin to cold stock before putting in to let it hydrate so you get a nice rich texture
) add a grated potato, you're supposed to just use potato starch or corn starch or something starch but I figure you should just add a whole potato, who are we kidding here, carbs are good for you and also it's raining out today and I want to eat something hearty. but you can easily omit the potato, honestly that might be better unless you specifically want to add a potato (which I do). simmer for like some amount of time until you get particularly bored or hungry. if you added the potato try to go for at least 20 minutes so it breaks down a bit, otherwise it can be way less. we're almost at the end. make sure the soup is on a mild simmer. beat the shit out of several eggs and pour the beaten eggs bit by bit into a spoon and fling them into the soup to make egg ribbons (this is fun - you need to do this part in a way that is fun or else you may as well be a dead person, you may as well be chatgpt on legs). put in bowl. slice a scallion (it recently came to my attention that australians, if I recall correctly, have a different understanding of what a scallion is than us americans. if you are australian - I don't mean that scallion) up into little slices and use them for garnish. steal your roommate's chinese girlfriend's black vinegar and add it along with some hot sauce to make a kind of hot and sour soup. eat.[I] ate the [soup].
There must be something very beautiful in my body,
I am so happy.- James Wright, Northern Pike (paraphrased by octo)
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saw some poems here, i thought they were pretty dope, but they didnt line up with what i generally consider a poem. im no poet but i tryed to write a poem how ive always seen them to be.
Up all last night thinking
About what i saw as i was blinking
if light is color then what is without
Others say nothing but i cant help but doubt
Last night i saw colors of lush forests and soaring visions
a future full of love and heart wrenching decisions
What it means i still ponder
but i now know that even in darkness there is wonder
and if i could reach out and speak to the darkness
It would ask me this
what is life without death
or an ocean without its depth
a jump when theres no gravity
thinking when your deep in depravity
but now as i close my eyes i see colors of bright
possibilities with no end in sight -
so i was gunna wait to do another thing, but i really enjoyed writing that first poem. it felt easy for me to get my words and thoughts out. at least in a way that didnt make me feel vulnerable. and as its now the next day for me, even if its only by an hour and a half, i took the time to write another.
Can't wait in line
Can't wait in line
I feel as if I'm in a world without time
My patience has forever been waning
Thoughts wriggle out my brain like worms after its been raining
I'm stuck in line
I'm stuck in line
I say I'm okay, if you ask I'm fine
But if you really look inside I'm crying
I'll say I'm fine I'll keep lying
Too much burdens to carry alone
But I don't know who to call or how to atone
Thoughts whirling in my brain like a hurricane or cyclone
Cant wait in line
Cant wait in line
Everybody took what's mine
At least that's how I've been feeling
Smoking weed, that's how I've been healing
But my wounds don't close so easily -
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I hosted a party made party stuff
