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"I wake up & it breaks my heart." From Cameron Awkward-Rich's book, Dispatch: bookshop.org/a/862/9780892555031 #poem #books #writing

Bluesky feels like crashing a really low key party. Possibly a wake.

Yeah, I think the fountain pen thing is going to become a problem. I’m delaying other plans to spend more time doodling and I’ve started looking for the Safari in other colors.

Garage planning found in an old sketch book and a shot of the final product.

Call it a PSA or whatever but therapy is great for helping you recognize the not healthy stuff you grew up with but couldn’t see so you kept it rolling in adulthood and didn’t recognize the way other unhealthy people were grooving along in your blind spots.

Lamy Safari update: it came yesterday. The box was a bit crushed in transit but that didn’t sour the experience. Got it set up and tried it out. It’s great! Any advice for left-handed people? I watched a couple of videos but what do the enthusiasts on BlueSky think? #lamysafari #fountainpen

I ordered a Lamy Safari. It will be my first fountain pen. I am experiencing what could be called a disproportionate level of excitement.

“Look where we get to be.” Back when I was playing in bands and doing gigs at all kinds of rock clubs, short-lived strip mall venues, and grimy little dives, and the occasional disorienting liminal space, I never really had a bad experience at any of them. (A thread.)

Good morning and a big 20,000,000 lumen middle finger to all the thieves of joy out there. Mwah!

Seriously considering buying a typewriter.

Sometimes a quiet, seemingly dull life is the reward for surviving profound dysfunction.

I love this for a lot of reasons but mostly because embracing one’s creativity is empowerment on such a wild, untouchable level how could anything ever really challenge it? Once you realize every perceived limitation is just another spice on the rack there’s no stopping you.

Anyone who treats you like they’ve got you all figured out is just hoping you won’t challenge the assumption.

Somewhere, Italy.

Fix anything yet?

I did music for years. I made virtually no money. I’m still glad as fuck I did it. I made the best friends I will ever have and had some phenomenal experiences. It took a few things out of me, but I consider it a dream fulfilled and would do it again.

Someone needs you to be upset.

“How To Be A Person Again: An Internet Recovery Plan”

I want to leave the South so bad.

I started a post twice but the third and shortest version is that my misanthropy is acting up again.

Thunderstorms are lovely. Severe thunderstorm warnings at 4:38 am via two texts, three phone calls, an seemingly everything but the dang microwave oven display are not.