There are....theories....about whether or not they will drop more on us. I am in the campbthat thinks at least 2 more are likely based on Dimi and his love for DA (42). But others think it will jist be a 'polish' week.
There are....theories....about whether or not they will drop more on us. I am in the campbthat thinks at least 2 more are likely based on Dimi and his love for DA (42). But others think it will jist be a 'polish' week.
I feel that. Holy cats do I feel that. In the spirits of my bones. I committed to doing them all, even the ones that aren't serving the story I wanted to tell.
And then, Jaime. Then I went and tapped into a flow of words I'd never met before.
Oh, sure, we've been dancing around in the same circles; or rather, it's been swirling through the tornado of imagination that rages like a supercede across the landscape of my consciousness. But I'd never dared tease them out into a...a something.
Once I gave up on cramming everything into the story, everything slid into place. And now...wow. I've never met this me.
I'm starting a not-cult of radical artists dedicated to flooding the world with art to fight authoritarianism and racism. People who are not satisfied with the freedom to obey.
Just saying....it's OUT there now, but has to be said.
Oh, and they SMELL. Let's go ahead and throw that in the mix, now that you all know I'm a horrible person,...those lummox, flesh-eating paraSITES are the dregs of any decent society.
...THEY SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED LIBRARY CARDS!!!
That's it.
...I'm sorry, that was a bit firm and over the edge, but there ya have it.
Free radicals are usually subatomic particles, they bounce around and have unexpected effects on matter around them.
You....are a positively charged free radical from a particle of Love. And you bounce around the world having unexpected effects on matter around you.
You, Jaime, you see a locked box, and you can't help but have a need to peek inside. And so you poke at it.
Sometimes, the boxes remain locked. And you move on.
Sometimes the boxes open up, and you find exactly what you expected inside. Maybe a bit more.
But every great once in a while.... the box isn't a box.
Every great once in a while, what *you* mistake as a box....is actually a door. And without regret or shame, you fling it open and GIGGLE at whatever comes flooding out, like a chaos piskie. That....is a radical act. And you are now responsible for inflicting me on the world.
There are....theories....about whether or not they will drop more on us. I am in the campbthat thinks at least 2 more are likely based on Dimi and his love for DA (42). But others think it will jist be a 'polish' week.
Doesn't matter to me. If there are more, I'll do those...but 40 have to be done.
DIAMOND MUST BE OBTAINED!!!
...AFTER I get this weeks publications done.
I feel that. Holy cats do I feel that. In the spirits of my bones. I committed to doing them all, even the ones that aren't serving the story I wanted to tell.
And then, Jaime. Then I went and tapped into a flow of words I'd never met before.
Oh, sure, we've been dancing around in the same circles; or rather, it's been swirling through the tornado of imagination that rages like a supercede across the landscape of my consciousness. But I'd never dared tease them out into a...a something.
Once I gave up on cramming everything into the story, everything slid into place. And now...wow. I've never met this me.
Welcome...you.
....and welcome to my from of reality.
Don't force it. Welcome it.
...and the ideas will connect eventually.
Funny fact: There is nothing anymore, that I can think of, that cannot fit into Wanted Hero and it make perfect....and I repeat...PERFECT sense.
...once I stopped forcing things and just tapped into...ideas.
5 projects in active development. Some of the prompts didn't fit in Avalon, but they did fit in Rhapsody. It's madness! Quantum madness!
And also, my B.U.T.T.
Do.....I dare ask?
I'm starting a not-cult of radical artists dedicated to flooding the world with art to fight authoritarianism and racism. People who are not satisfied with the freedom to obey.
Uhhhhh, what if you're like me?
I'm "rad',....but not so much radical.
Sadly I am SO racist.
Sorry.
I hate Vallen.
Seven feet tall, psychotic, eat people.
...AND they're idiots.
Just saying....it's OUT there now, but has to be said.
Oh, and they SMELL. Let's go ahead and throw that in the mix, now that you all know I'm a horrible person,...those lummox, flesh-eating paraSITES are the dregs of any decent society.
...THEY SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED LIBRARY CARDS!!!
That's it.
...I'm sorry, that was a bit firm and over the edge, but there ya have it.
I'm a racist.
Ohhhhh, but Jaime. You already are.
Free radicals are usually subatomic particles, they bounce around and have unexpected effects on matter around them.
You....are a positively charged free radical from a particle of Love. And you bounce around the world having unexpected effects on matter around you.
You, Jaime, you see a locked box, and you can't help but have a need to peek inside. And so you poke at it.
Sometimes, the boxes remain locked. And you move on.
Sometimes the boxes open up, and you find exactly what you expected inside. Maybe a bit more.
But every great once in a while.... the box isn't a box.
Every great once in a while, what *you* mistake as a box....is actually a door. And without regret or shame, you fling it open and GIGGLE at whatever comes flooding out, like a chaos piskie. That....is a radical act. And you are now responsible for inflicting me on the world.
Nannie Nannie boo boo.
Welp.
...at least my Monday has been productive!
That was supposed to be facism but racism works too.