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Ramble On: Winter 2025-2026 Edition

We all bleed red.  There is a collection of Mr. Potato Head video games for PCs.  If you only save/bookmark (and never like) content from your feed on Instagram, then you can go into your saves and delete all/some when your algorithm is no longer suiting you.  Call for a bloody good time.  Fading in and out of existence.  Winter sunrise.  Playing Tchaikovsky while in moderate LA traffic makes it seem like all of the cars around you are dancing in a ballet.  Cold moon.  A ridiculous amount of Pokémon knowledge.  Remnants of yesteryear.  “This is what happens to those who leave a life of solitary contemplation and choose to come to dwell in cities among people full of infinite evil.” Excerpt From Leonardo da Vinci, Walter Isaacson  I wonder how much time I waste deleting emails every day.  Top (Secret) Ramen.   Delete. Delete. Delete.  Points for using “besmirched” in daily conversation.  Parmesan cheese has starte...
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A Short One (Archive)

One, two, three, four -- I can't take it any more. Five, six, seven, eight -- my brain won't let me just think straight. Nine, ten, let's do it again -- this is how it's always been.
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Journals (Archive)

Please don't open us up for all the world to see. She isn't yet ready for the way her heart would bleed. We contain all of her memories, those both joyous and filled with treachery. Her capricious handwriting reflects her emotions, devoted to writing about all her life's commotions. In our pages, we have secrets -- a decade long archive of personal leaflets. We are filled to the brim with paper ephemera, from tickets to wrappers and even a smudge of mascara -- most of which now seems like it's from a different era. And she's told us stories that no one else knows, to this day, we're very proud of the way she grows. She's been through a lot, but so have we, surviving moving and fires and anything that can be. So please don't open us up for all the world to see. She's not quite ready to spill the tea.
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Mad Hatter (Archive)

I don't want to be filled to this capacity -- it's a god damn travesty. Spent two years finding insanity. "Crumpet and tea?" My mind keeps going back and forth with rubber-band-like elasticity. Feels like I'm being shocked with electricity. "Crumpet and tea?" "Crumpet and tea?" It's just the Mad Hatter and me.
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