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634281975 Syllables In Definitively

What's going on here hmm? I suppose I should ask them...



Check it out.

One thing though: This word was not invented by a machine learning algorithm. I supplied it. I've now reached out to the mastermind behind said project in the hope that the latter bit of text can be changed to 'invented by an anonymous benefactor, then defined and used by a machine learning algorithm' or similar. For words with human origin.

Also seems I wasn't the first to think of this particular word, giving it a Google. Oh well. It's a cool thing. Potential inspiration source via AI.


Hey I just want to write!

Can't you see that? I yell at the impostor. I yell at the world. I yell at the poster. I yell at myself. I yell in my room. I yell on the train. I yell in the line at the supermarket with a cart full of watermelon. I yell in my mind.

The world can't hear me.

But it's not strange if I don't speak up. It's not strange they don't hear my music if I don't put it up on Spotify, Strange Music TM.

Or like Dax take it to YouTube. It's dax.

I don't know if I'm ready but I don't think I'll ever know either, though at least I have a job that lets me hone my creative skillsets while I do other things. I mean literally. I mean literal skillsets. I mean.

No I'm pretty nice tbh.

And that's another thing that bugs me. Acronyms. In LOWERCASE.

I just want to let it all out here. I want to let y'all know. I want to be like Nietz sometimes and just let all flow. I know I live a protective life in a projective world, but I vent, even if I can't extend my arm to the slimy underbelly I know through my penthome door. Just want to vent some more. Give me air. Need to breath. Psychological asthma. Haaaaaa. Nhhhhh. Phhhhhhhhhhhhh.


They should leave the wires.


Stop getting musicians off the street.


Is what we need to live.


Don't take them.



It all goes so much better when I write it like this. Like it's meant to be: written. Like spoken word... just ain't my thing. I'll relapse to this like that ellipses.


And if I record I can keep the beat.

The Movie Reviews Writing Break

Been writing movie reviews all day. Or trying to. Trying to keep my discipline going.

I took a trip to the grocery store first, and then another trip for a package since I shopped too much food to fetch it on the same trip, then I lay out on the terrace and tried to get some sun before the (predicted) rain came in, reading a book while I was there. Sublime multitasking moments.

The clouds came in, the rain came in, and I went in.

At 18:00 the rain was supposed to stop and hold for about an hour. It stopped, so I went out for a by-now-way-overdue jog (life in Stockholm seems to turn into some kind of self-destructive sleep-deprived martyr-like style of life in which I eat too much, buy crappy food, move too little, fuel my days with distractions and get stressed over petty things way too easily), when halfway through the rain set in.

It poured. The thunder crackled in the distance. I took refuge under a pine tree and thought about how you're not supposed to stand under trees when there's thunder - but it wasn't that close by.

I thought I'd meditate a bit. De-stress. I put my palm against the crude bark of the pine, trying to tap into its inner energy. I listened and watched the falling rain. I leaned against the tree as it closed in and the room for shelter shrunk. I punched the raindrops a bit and jumped around, but stopped since I feel like I'm in pretty shit shape right now. I am not actually in that shitty shape... yet, but it's not improving. I ate a bag of chips for lunch.

Then I got impatient and jogged home in the torment, took a shower for fear of the thousands of ticks I might've brushed up against on my wild run through the wet grass, though I'm not sure they like to sit on wet grass, and here I am typing up these reviews again. The rain's stopped now.

Or rather I'm: finishing, publishing, and revising retrospectively. A simple but time-consuming and wrong-order process.

The sun sets outside, coloring the sky red and purple. I try to take some pictures through the blinds but it's hard to capture. I take a bundle anyway. I manage a few really good ones. I then sit down again with the intention to keep going with the reviews. Hope to finish at least six more, and then maybe I can watch a movie. Just felt like writing something betweentimes.

Just learned a new word there thanks to spellcheck! There you go.

Fixing The Lose Ends

I was editing a review, and noticed I'd written lose ends instead of loose ends. It's obviously loose ends... right?

*quick Google*

Yes. Yes it is. I never doubted. I fixed the error, and did a quick search on the blog just to see if I might've made it some other time...

119 posts. Full of lose ends. It's not a loosing fight yet though! Time to losen up some joint muscles and make ends meet! End: fixated.

I fixed the lose ends.

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