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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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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