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Luthadel, City of Spires

#mistborn #art #pixel art #Im thinking more & more mistborn is actually a MetroidVania #Things like steel & iron being a really good 2D movement system #going around the map to find Kelsier or one of the mistings to unlock new allomantic abilities or upgrades #And the whole of it running around rooftops over walls & through massive castles #Then ending in a massive climb up the hill of a thousand spires to kill The Lord Ruler

The smell flushed, bloomed, into my existence.

its there

Weighing a thousand stones on my chest, just breathe.

its there

Rising and falling, trying to rinse, but it sticks, clinging black oil.

im here

Slowly the tearing, ripping sensation, the clicking swirling eddies of air leave.

im here

Catching the mist, familiar pathways crumble, lost in the forest, caught by the flame.

but where

Lingers the ghosting image of me, of a task long gone, what was that.

but where

Does the end live, can I find him, his shack, on the cliffside, in the bog, the bottom, the lost.

there

The place, edge and bottom combine, the eerie intertwining space.

here

Not your time, is all he says, goes back inside, the door closes.

where

Is it, the little specter thinks, night finally falls.

#a crummy hrt-day day #poem #getting lost in the sensory overwhelm I loosen #my entire being loses grip #feeling like The smoke The mist #wafting outward from myself #I had a dinner planned but I feel the weighing of my breath #was supposed to be Ethiopian Lots of vegetables Lots of flavor #but as these things have tended to go the lining up just doesnt #and so I fall and so I sink

I recently bought a Game Boy Advance and Im am a little confused at why the screen it has is so universally hated. I have had zero trouble finding places and lighting angles to which the colors are clear and text is readable. I actually think it has charm and the act of trying to find a nice spot with your back to a window or a light above and in front of you (or even the best is outside with the sky making the screen glow in gemlike tones) is a kind of nice little ritual. The other thing this does Is it MAKES playing outside under the sun or a tree the actual best place to play the thing, which I feel is an endearing feature of a handheld meant for kids. For me it is the best, because I enjoy a slight inconvenience like this; but even more, I like to spend relaxing time outside.

#game boy advance #exterlally lit #what even is a minnish cap?#I am a gamer therefore I game #Ive been much enjoying video games once again theyre a pretty magical vehicle for storytelling #its also really cool trying to see the tiles on the screen and how each pixel is so big #the era when pixel art was just a limitation of the hardware

Im a ghost, Buster

Usually I'm quite debonair;

now I'm a ghost, Buster.

When I'm down at the pub, all the men stare.

Tis because I'm a ghost, Buster.

Damnable son in law had my head cut off.

without getting to know me first.

He really was after my money. But all I left,

was a haunt and a jape and a jest.

#Meant to be read in the most posh gentleman voice you can manage #Like Percy Blakeney was reading it #the Blighter #Sometimes I too can be a bit of a ghost #Poem #all hallows eve

without//within

As I slink beneath the cracks in my consciousness

Submerged in the dark, the water fills my ears without sound

Flows over my chin

the lines of me blur, I forget where I end

And where it all begins

my head without a mind I float in, distantly

Without a body that is mine I sink, indistinctly

Wandering forever the infinite bliss, of nonexistence

Steps tailing in an indefinite trail along the tightrope

I am the knot, tied between body and mind

I fall without a body that is mine

Off

I drift off

Well below the fog

Who is there but me to exist as me

Being of me, shaped by my hand, and intrinsically

The fall is fleeting, the treatise is seeing

inescapably the future of me

being me being me

Being me

Its not me

Far below the fault line im on

Course corrected train of thought

Derailed in the mist

And the compartmentalized thing living

always breathing from the caboose

Finds its way from the trappings of that

Cursed caged wagon, its loose to the jungles of me

The wiry beast free to clamber through the hills and the cliffs

Rich with the decomposed bodies

In the shapeless spaces from my limbs

to the constituent body of root forming my soul

Folding, roiling in the soil my mind occupies

Of things forgotten

The water floods my nose, its pincers take hold my sinuses

The bliss washes off easily and I am again, just a body

#mini comic #poem #for me page #the roots of me extend away from my body into the soil occupying my mind #I just get like this when everything gets a bit too overwhelming #i am the universe observing itself #and i love her #i wish i was weightless #and for a while I was if only for a while #i thunk a think for thinkings sake and i fell a fall to be none at all #when i breathe my last i want to kiss the universe #and her soul and mine intertwine like a tear in the ocean he will breathe me out of existence

So umm… why?

Why do some days feel so special, the ones where every thought feels refreshing, and I could dream up an entire book in an afternoon. When rhyming is so effortless every sentence is tightly wound in interconnections. Days that linger in my memory, days that are actually days and break from the cast of night applied by blackout curtains.

It makes every other day seem like an

Incoherent reflection. In the puddle, being slurped up by a storm drain

Ginger Root is a flippantly epic group of performance artists. Not only do they make the heckin’ most headbashingly chill music. But the world building surrounding that music is so utterly bone shatteringly intruiging. I love the aesthetic of some city slicking city popper, driving a taxi while sipping a fizzy ginger soda-pop in the 1980’s.

Wow that show was really cool and fun. I loved when he drank the water, yrah. And the opening performance being a talent show because the opener they booked had other commitments. And the replacement opener didn’t show up. The minions 2 essay was silly and Mr. Buca Di Beppos himself sang karaoke. I loved the part when they played mahjong room and every other song they played; Loretta of course, fly too, city slicker (with the long winder and wonderful spiel about imagining your just getting off work and you go home make some food and chill out for a bit after a long day so you can do it again the next day) loneliness, nisemono, and the anime intro mashup was cool (it went Bebop to - One Piece - Sailor Moon - Evangelion) Karaoke, and all the other songs that I don’t remember what ones.

Even though we didn’t have the best view it was wonderfull and bearably loud standing on a bench in the late autumn chill getting the occasional dribble of condensed sky steadily trickling onto our heads outside the wide open garage doors of Kilby Court.

Then after the show I wanted a few pictures in front of the stage so I had my Mom take some. (I was signing to her) the cameraman kept asking me about taking pictures and maybe I misunderstood his signing a bit cuz he kept asking me about it, but it was cool to meet someone who can sign. Then a bit later he told me about the music video B4 and that it was in sign so I watched it and love it so much.

Well I guess that’s all I have to say about that so,

Stay…

City

#ginger root #ジンジャー・ルート #I guess I liked it (^-^)v #NO. I LOVED IT like I love oatmeal with fennel seed #JOSN #A GINGER ROOT PRODUCTION COMPANY #brought to you by Ginger Fresh #It’s sO gOod

Have I lost the mind I once possessed?

The bitter ends compound on the ground floor brain stem

As well as falling to the bottom of my cup

Flushed down with the hot wash

Wring out my tongue

Ritual burning

Pour

And drink

#poem #painting of a yixing teapot and a cup with half empty tea #it’s a color study (and not an exceptional one at that (I just like the teapot and paint it a lot))

The blank stare of existence starving me

My grumbling stomach pangs for an existential subsistence

That never seems to fill my cup.

More than halfway with the plain white, lifeless almond milk I drink

Palm damp in the cold sweat of my plastic cup

It’s the unquavering neutral expression,

Sharing the non-dairy galactic space between my face

And yours

#poem #poetry #non dairy

So I just watched a talk by John Green, the one at Kenyon. It was a really great talk even though I’ve already forgotten most of it (besides the story about the fleece vest.) despite finishing the video barely two minutes ago. While watching i felt inspired and like things made sense but that seems to be a trick of the author. I now know less than when i started, not because there was anything taken. But because now that Ive been guided down, seen a little deeper into the well of conscious thought. I can feel more clearly the aching of the hole in my side, the bandage needs redressing and the lack of my own knowledge is again painfully there. Maybe I avoid that feeling, idk. At this point it feels like a mantra