mic one check one two what is this the ruffneck assassin with the tough neck business. floating through these words like butttttaaaaa. rip phife. good morning boys and girls and microbes of all shapes and sizes it's been too goddamn long.
i'm feeling a little extra spicy because i have nothing really to offer here at the moment. which is extra exciting. i have so much seeds planted elsewhere that i don't know exactly what is going to fall out here, but i trust my nose.
i think i'm starting to diversify my places of interaction with creative sources that this place almost feels like a method of consolidation. this ritual space of typing furiously for 25 minutes is honestly as much integration as it is creation. and that's a really cool thing.
i know i started this out as a way to get all of these things out of my head. but again, there's always other ways to play. cool that i've discovered a new mode to exist in here today. is this then a recap of all of the things that i have been toiling about in my head, maybe give some glimpses of the crystals that are forming? ehh sure why not.
well, this kinda reminds me of youtubing, but hyperlinearized through text, which is a comforting constraint to have because i don't have to worry about body language or vocality to leak out extra meaning that isn't necessarily ready to be revealed, but it might be worth it to extend this game into the audiovisual realm. but at the same time, i'm not immediately pulled to doing such a thing. maybe this is a place to be more reflective of my current mindstate than anything. i guess this is a very word-shamanic thing to do anyways. i hereby doth claim as a rediscovered writer.
in any case, i'm fucking excited to do some worldbuilding with my best friend. i've been lucky enough to rekindle the world that my childhood brother and i have been invisibly embodying in our early years and blowing the dust off of something that can finally take its place in the sunlight, regardless of the little glimmers that are peeking through the altered closet it resides in. dark mode, god bless ya. it's a sprawling game, text based, two player discovering campaign of an island, deep in the pacific. only unearthed by the psyche of those who beg to look for it. a paradiso untouched by society but still at the pulse of its psychotecnological drive core. in fact, we might have given it to them. they just made it a little more, if we were to put it lightly, inorganic. which is fine. there are benefits to using silicon compared to carbon. but you have to take the bad as much as the good. and it would be quite splendid to take our carbo-silica world into each other and integrate it, but that mission feels like it's going to take many lifetimes. might as well plant these seeds now, so our descendants can enjoy the shade later.
phew, i'm wondering if this is something that is worth pursuing, i mean yes it is, but what am i actually asking? okay, i'm loving what i am generating today, i'm unearthing something that a scene can casually grow into, me and kae, and the parallels of our ancestors are apparent, but i am feeling fear in having this generation to be sustainable. ahh yes, the scarcity game rears its juicy little ass.
this is something that is still toiling in my mind and needs addressing, because i feel in my intuition that it's slowly carressing my behind before it chews it up. so, it might be worth it to figure out ways to exploit? gift? look into the return of these gifts that can actually generate value, whatever little it needs to survive.
i feel like doing this with kaeleb is what i love doing. worldbuilding, then universe crafting, and if we're lucky, some multiversal shit. but that would need some high remixability and weaving of our past stories into our current context. just follow your taste, sight, nose, listen. touch. oh sweet touch. you've given me so much to feel. you've almost convinced me i'm real. but to me, this little stream that we have stumbled upon feels the most real that i have in a long time. i get to be a fucking kid again. and i'm starting to see my inner senpai taking responsibility to let my kid breathe easy. that's who this is for. always and forever. and maybe, just maybe, we can allow other folx to do the same. vinny is dancing on my shoulders. he knows that i'm thinking of him fondly, keeping our shit together somehow.
it might be worth it to talk to the people that can make the things that we're doing at least somewhat sustainable. keep it grounded on the large wave, without getting swept up in the dreaded undercurrents. keep the soles on the surface, walk with grace and humility. peek all this shit out. wow, this is really starting to get a bit too?? metaphorical... but whatever, i still got 6 minutes left, i'll give myself the time to sift through this and be rational later, i feel like i'm on a fucking roll right now. little typos, it's like my parts are lowkey in sync.
ah, but when i point it out they start to get a little anxious. because maybe, they get performance shy. they just want others to enjoy the show. but maybe it's because they're lowkey expecting to receive criticism, that might be a bit protective on their part so that they can make obvious mistakes that they feel safe in receiving rather than truthful pains that would make them uncomfortably change. but shit, i feel that. change is suffering? unless it comes from a place of pleasantness??? love, curiosity, compassion, joy. optimism that they can take these remarks and can grow from them. that's the intention at the end of the day, ain't it? but we learned ourselves out of that through experience from bad faith actors. to the point where we can't tell the good faithed ones from the bad. but the only way to really know is to act anyways.
that is courage. he is more than a cowardly dog. but he begins as one. that is the fool's leap into faith. as kant would say. thank you chidi. phew, that's quite nice to end on. is this publishable? omg i think it is. hmm, i feel quite confident about this. this feels right. stevie is playing, love is in need of love today. so nourishing. fuck yes. i love you. i love you. i love you. all we need to be okay is to write.
