Floating Like A Leaf On The River of...

Monday, June 16th, 2025

I'm sitting this, here in Starbucks, like Thad Beaumont, looking out the window at the trees beyond the light blocker or whatever the heck it is called. I'm really glad that those typing lesson[s] from middle school paid off! Haha.

Anyways, I just applied for another week of unemployment benefits, whether that is going to ultimately amount to anything or not. I am doing the same old chasing down of applications and potentail potential employers, basically at that point where they say they will get back to me by call or text the following week or whatever (which we are in right now). It's the same old song and dance with these things, aand particularly trivial when the jobs I'm really hunting down are menial positions with a social strucutre structure but nothing in the way of actually making a living. That is one of my downsides: trying to get [a]ll of my eggs in one basket, so to speak. But, really, I have no good or warm perception of the electrnocis electronics or engineering sindustry, and wish to GOD I could go back and not get the damened degree that I have. But to the hunter go the spoilts, or whatever that phrase is.

Just wasting my breath, undoubedly undoubtedly.

I'm about to leave, though, so to be continued...

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Excerpt from Tangent to GT (November 4th, 2024):

"And in my mind, the song sets its bounds upon the land,

Such as the base of a candle props a new flame to light,

As thoughts of place in space uphold,

Longing sought the wheel to motion;"

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j (As Yet--And Yet Ever To Be--Untitled):

I reach toward the end,

Helpless to grasp;

Helpless not for the first~

Not for the last;

Not for the last, fate skewers once more~

Skewers me, its puppet broken;

Broken in some unknown way;

As broken as a shard of glass,

Invisible as ever--

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Friday, June 20th, 2025

It could be said with all likelihood that I have published too many of these sewn-together articles than is really necessary. It is the marriage of facets of progress, such as filling out fragments of attempted articles and for the basic act of actually creating one. Really, though, I am not one to just pump out articles each and every day. I think that many of my years have been stronger in words because I have shied away from bringing art into visual form, deterred by feeling like I have to get others involved to make something of substance happen, let alone feeling as if I was incapable of putting a visual product like a comic book together. Now that the past months and few years have seen me attempt and complete a book of comics completely on my own, any complete reliance on words has become extinct in my aims. (That's three complete's in one sentence there.)

Of course, with comic drawing and crafting, filmmaking, sound production, etc., there is a degree of wording involved in the planning. With film in particular, word use is arguably unavoidable. It might not be wholly supplementary, but it is surely complementary.

The countdown to the last 100 of 6 has begun.

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It pains me to say that I am within an hour and a half of finishing the narration of "The Lost World" again, after having listened to "Jurassic Park" again. I guess I would say my soul aches for...I will say that my soul aches for those characters to be real; those works to be real; Michael to be real once again.

But it is a fruitless venture to follow.