"History wanted to be remembered. Evidence hated having to live in dark, hidden places and devoted itself to resurfacing. Truth was messy. The natural order of an entropic universe was to tend to it."
- Rivers Solomon, An Unkindness of Ghosts
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Notes to begin the fun task of writing a book about my crazy life experiences.
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"Manic Depression has captured my soul... I know what I want, but I just don't know; how to, go about gettin' it..."
-Jimi Hendrix
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The hard numbers that have composed my life, living, and livelihood.
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What I miss.
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A random and virtually unsustainable application of failing upwards.
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A letter to dear sweet Mum's the bird.
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Short article contrasting two composers, one centuries ago, one from the mid 20th century...
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| Photo/San Diego Natural History Museum |
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Written in honor of my psychiatrist altering my records to officially reflect my "full remission" from addiction for many years.
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Top 25 ways to avoid providing your own image...
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Revisiting some of the riskiest moments that could have taken my life.
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An article about the appearance of monoliths on Earth in 2020/2021, and speculation as to why.
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Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these self examinations, we tried to carry this message to people stuck in the system, and to practice these principles in all our affairs.
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If trees grew upside down
And root houses were in fashion
I’d build me a root house high in the clouds
Of the bare peaked mountain
With snow at its base
There I’d spend my nights
Looking down at the stars
That shine under the sky
From the seas of illusion
To the deserts of green
And swing from the roots of my lone sanity