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Come Ra

Haven't had a glimpse of sun for a full month soon!

Not one little little sliver!

Not one ray to bright our day!

Not one speck to which we crane our neck; don't look away!

It's getting hectic, and there's no exit. No little grace from the rays of space.

We're in our nexus, of dark and shade; no UV rays to keep us safe and kill the plague.

Been hanging on! My hand is strong. But lasting long with no light that plays upon my face; to trace the bond.

Long enough: hope starts to fade.

The darkest days.

At Sunday's End

Pico Day, May the 4th... all these occasions pass by in a landslide of passed time lately. Hope you had a good one though! May the fours be with you.

I've been busy. With work and with Serious Sam, though there's plenty of other dues I should be working out. First the second game, then the first encounter, now the second - though I'm taking a break from that today.

I tuned in to follow Watsky's surprise attempt at the world record in freestyle time earlier this week, where he attempted AND SUCCEEDED in going for a whooping 33 hours straight! And 33 minutes. And 33 seconds. On a live stream. I don't think my voice would last even one hour, never mind the freestyle bit. These are insane. There's footage on Vimeo too. Apparently Internet went down in LA so there's certain outage, but maybe that footage is floating around there somewhere too. Edit: it's all on Vimeo. Maybe YT just sliced off some bits for copyright.

It was a COVID relief thing too. Raised over a hundred thousand dollars. Mad respect. Hope he gets into Guinness.

In site-related news I did finally push through and fix up various typos and other editorial issues that'd been left along the way since way back in June last year last weekend. I left a memo here. It's done! Now to never fall behind so massively again, and catch up equally in other areas that aren't yet equally caught up on that I am also massively behind in...

Our washing machine just broke and a new one's arriving next week too. But for the most part life's going well enough. Vacation plans are taking shape. It wouldn't be summer without at least a month or two up North, so hopefully we can work our way around travel limitations and other complications to really make that happen. Hopefully the important platform-launching dues that remain at work are well done by then and we can all depart in peace; partake in those farm-based festivities only vast land can provide...

Plane tickets are suddenly twice the price, seats are limited, travel times are limited, the airline I usually fly with isn't flying at all until the 15th of June and their competitor is sold out this month - it's possible those dates will get further postponed if the covid-19 situation isn't better contained by then too, but it seems there's at least a way.

The initial plan is now to all drive up together early June, then take a plane back after (if work allows) a quick first week, and then fly back for July, when I've already booked tickets at a pre-Corona price. This hoping nothing's cancelled; everybody stays healthy until then.

The spread's not as bad up there, and we'd pretty much be self-quarantined by default when there. Away from people. Away these big city pandemic woes. Fingers crossed nothing unwanted occurs before departure time comes...

Been working from home for over a month now otherwise. We speak via Skype. I grind on in solace. Take daily walks for lunch with vest and wrist weights, eat by the computer and go shopping every Tuesday in company of those pensioners who don't seem to care as much; don't stay home as willingly as my parents. Surreal yet monotone times... also if you're curious as to the real covid-19 origins, you might want to read this.

Cyberdevil over and out y'all. Have a good week.

At least try to. You
Might follow advice better
If it's in haiku.

For Fears & New Years Nearing

A lot of fears fade when I rise up,
Because then I know I can reach.
We grow everyday as we wise up,
Until we're as tall as our dreams.

But don't grow too much or you'll realize,
There's something else up there but air,
If you go too far through these clear skies,
Maybe you'll find new things to fear.

Inktober #25 77


That which we traverse,
That gift or that curse,
To hell or to heaven,
Seventy seven.

The Backup Post

Was going to check in and post a bit about how I was back a bit, back when I was, but now - ten work days, two full weekends and eight concert nights later - I'm off again. Off the grid. Off the lid. Super stoked when: life is open.

And if it rains? Be super soaking.

See y'all again later this September! I have big plans this time. As usual. Summer fires you up. Let's see if maybe this winter I can actually keep that fire going; make something of that drive.

Got a new car btw. Smooth transition. My first car. More on that later.

It's raining here today, on this side of the equator.
But don't just sit inside! Get out there and saver.
The way we live our lives, the way we regret or we waver.
It's not the way. I think I'll stop today.

I'll see you greater.

Awesome Work Once Again!

Awesome Work Once Again!

Friendly super artist friend (?) Chutney glorified a recent review I'd written. Shout out.

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