A Year Ago
A year ago, I stared pure evil in the face and lived to tell about it.
A year ago, I was drugged by someone I thought I could trust.
A year ago, I learned to be vigilant of psychopaths who infiltrate the left and pose a silent danger from within. Their inflated and authoritarian egos undermining our efforts. Preying on the innocent and well intentioned.
After what happened a year ago, I now dedicate my life to mercilessly ostracizing narcissists from our communities.
Dying Slowly by Pablo Neruda
You start dying slowly,
If you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.
You start dying slowly
When you kill your self-esteem;
When you do not let others help you.
You start dying slowly
If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths…
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colours
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.
You start dying slowly
If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.
You start dying slowly
If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,
If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
If you do not go after a dream,
If you do not allow yourself,
At least once in your lifetime,
To run away from sensible advice.
Weather Update
While it's overcast and chilly, it seems like rain isn't much of an issue. Just a light, occasional drizzle.
Northern Lights Scribblefest
What the fuck happened here??? Two hits of northern lights resulted in a page that started out as a baby dinosaur and its mom, which then turned into the view of mountains out an airplane window before devolving into a dark mess of scribbley shit with angry eyes in the center.
Jesus Christ. If I'm looking for creative help, Northern Lights is NOT tue strain for me because this is what it produced.
Reminder for Tomorrow
5551 SW Admiral Way, Seattle, WA 98116
Street parking is on SW Stevens St just before the bridge.
Trauma and Honesty
There's nothing quite like the feelings of self doubt that come from past experiences where no matter how honest and sincere you are, someone always thought you were lying and berated you for it...
It always makes you second guess yourself when you're being honest because a part of you is on edge about everyone doubting you... That has to be the most psychologically damaging feeling out there.
"after the revolution"
the cosplay people swarming Seattle made me think: after the revolution, we might be able to imbue daily life with some of the semiotic richness and playfulness of that's currently seen mostly at cons and similar point-events. that lighter, looser sense of public life might help compensate for what, for many people, will be inevitably be a diminished material standard of living. i'm willing to make that trade personally.
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