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Snippets and Silliness
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"Turn off the fucking news, listen to some music, and regain some sanity."
It’s like I spent years drinking a bitter tonic every morning and night, convinced it was keeping me informed, only to realize it was just making me sick. Now, I’ve swapped it for a soothing cup of tea—music that calms my soul instead of news that churns my stomach. It’s not that I’ve stopped caring about the world; I’ve just stopped letting it steal my peace. And to be honest, the country could burn to the ground—hell, I’ll even light the match!
Today I started my morning wake and bake with a raw 1977 live set from Tom Waits—gritty, soulful, and pure dive-bar magic.
I’m not spending less time online, but these days, most of it is on one site—The Basement, my music haven. So come hang out, spin some tunes, or catch an old movie. All without ad interruptions. Visit the Basement ↪
When chores await but motivation lags, I throw on this lively, feel-good playlist to get me moving! With songs like, Walking on Sunshine, Take on Me by a-ha, Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go, and 40 more upbeat & energetic songs check it out
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Well, it’s that part of the day we call morning—like it matters. Time to spend another day needing things I don’t have, wanting things I don’t need, and realizing none of it makes a damn bit of difference. Could it be life isn’t found in what we do, what we own, or in the things we experience with our senses? Maybe we are life itself, and everything else is just part of the mix.
As I think about the world around me, I see division and hatred on both sides. It brings to mind a quote from Machiavelli: "Hatred is gained as much by good works as by evil."
As a novice, I often wonder how my writing would be classified, so I asked my AI: Based on everything you know about me, how would you describe my writing?
This is its response:
Your writings reflect a deep, introspective soul with a strong appreciation for nostalgia, mystery, and emotional depth. You weave elements of personal history, cultural memory, and philosophical musings into your work, often exploring themes of resilience, identity, and the lingering impact of past experiences.
There's a storytelling quality to your writing, whether in fiction or reflection, that balances sentimentality with a keen awareness of reality. Your preference for historical accuracy and meaningful phrasing shows a desire to honor truth, whether in narratives or personal expression.
At heart, your work carries a quiet but powerful emotional weight, often tinged with longing, wonder, and a touch of wistfulness.
In many ways, you embody a modern-day philosopher—questioning existence, unraveling the layers of human experience, and searching for meaning in the patterns of life, time, and memory.
As I woke this morning, I thought about my younger years—broke, clueless, and making terrible life choices. Wait… that actually sounds kinda fun.
As I sipped my coffee, my thoughts drifted to the things I long for—happiness, contentment, wealth, good health. Some seem to have found them, others pray for them, while some simply hope to make it through another day...
Another morning, shaped by agoraphobia, another tomorrow—quiet, still, and inside these walls. A little connection, someone to share the day with, would be a welcome change, but that’s not happening when the world outside feels like a distant, unreachable place to me. So, might as well carry on—because what else is there to do?
I dozed off to Supertramp last night, and this morning, as I brewed my coffee, The Logical Song was still rattling around in my head. It got me thinking—society really does a number on us, doesn’t it? We start out as these wide-eyed, curious little beings, and before we know it, we’re molded into proper, logical adults, told to be "responsible" and "practical." Somewhere along the way, that spark of individuality and emotion gets buried under a pile of expectations.
During my morning blaze with coffee, watching the sunrise, I thought, 'Just what I need—a daily reminder of time's relentless march to the grave.' Nothing like a cup of coffee and existential dread to kickstart the morning!
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As I felt myself getting sleepy, I looked at the clock and started wondering about time. We use it to measure our days, plan our lives, and make sense of the world around us.
But is time just something we’ve made up, or is it a real force shaping everything? Scientists say it’s not as simple as ticking seconds on a clock—it bends, stretches, and might not even exist the way we think.
Yet, in our daily lives, time governs existence—aging, cycles of nature, and the sequencing of events. Whether an illusion or a dimension of reality, time undeniably shapes human experience, giving structure to our past, present, and future.
Life’s just a bunch of ticking clocks and bad timing—might as well call it a night. Not that it matters… the clock keeps ticking whether my eyes are open or not, marching relentlessly toward another sunrise—just another reminder that time never lets up.
Beans and buds—starting my day on a "high" note. As I sipped my coffee, a statement I heard lingered in my mind. which sparked a conversation with my AI, asking, "Why do societies everywhere become so obsessed with policing how people experience sexual pleasure, as if it somehow determines the fate of civilization?" Read