You must stand in the center if you want to build a universe
This is where God hurts
Building wonder out of outbursts
This is where God thirsts

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Oh thanks for that. I’d be so grateful if I knew how to edit/fix my blog. Without having to spend $500 minimum to start over with a new blog.

But I’m glad you’re still here.

Sometimes I feel I lost my touch, that I won’t get back what I had before.

And I’ve been thinking a lot about purpose.

And how Bruce Willis (an actor if you don’t know) “recognized his entire family today” because we can’t take our memories with us when we die.

And I’m fighting so hard to hang on to a life that in two year, perhaps, I won’t remember the war I fought in.

I won’t remember we’re in a 6th mass extinction – and white people are being systematically exterminated.

I’m in the center of society watching its own extinction.

I woke up crying bleeding between my legs and poetry piling on the tongue.

And this little poem was born.

They say focus on what makes you happy (as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone else).

Writing makes me happy. Or content.

Even if the context is more volcanic.

I quit therapy. Maybe I’ll discuss in another thread.

Maybe I should pay the happiness engineers $500 to have AI build me a website but didn’t we once buy software for $50 to do that? Furthermore, they want a business plan to run it???

Cuz simply upgrading to “no ads” and “use my own domain” so my readers can visit worryfree isn’t enough, on the personal plan I can’t hire WordPress to use AI to create me a website nor am I allowed to “chat support”. That’s a different paid plan. 👎👎

They can’t even fix my current issue and I sent screenshots.

They absolutely could fix it, with the flip of a switch.

Like breathing to them.

THEY’RE GONNA BURN IN HELL.

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Went through everything I owned. Took inventory. Still have stuff sprawled out. Need organizers and hangers. And some other minor things.

But now I get to fixate on something else now.

The closet is full. As planned.

And the pantry, fridge, and freezer.

I’m quarantining for a long while – no family get together for me this season. I have offered to mail out cards tho.

My purpose currently is not to die.

Before it was save the world.

I’m exhausted to be honest….

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