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[ridethisway]

How many reincarnations does it take for an idea to reach its current state? It’s apex of realization..? And if life itself is an idea, perhaps it's a curious one, full of cycles and evolutions of its own, ever-changing, ebbing, flowing.... Perhaps the conclusion to be made is, just as life itself breathes and pulsates, ideas too are living entities on a journey of their own..vaguely visible to our lucid human perception.

There is one that’s been in the brain oven for some time now..under the topic “redesigning your life.” And yes, “Ride This Way” was the beginning of this journey. It was a trial run, a taste of minimalist living, continuous adventure and ultimate freedom... But something was missing.. Purpose.. Everything to this point now served as a great teacher, but it was only the beginning of my journey to ride the wave of life on my terms, self-sufficiently, with inspiration and curiosity...untethered, maybe with more risk than something more conventional... But I can’t do conventional. I only get this one life at the moment and I have to go all in..Risk is a seductive energy that seems to drive me. The uncertainty of tomorrow brings a bit of excitement. Working for a pension or subscribing to a lease just doesn’t fall under the formula of my life. And yes, I open myself up to confrontation with authorities..stereotypes and various opinions..comparing my life to that of a homeless bum, a vegabonding hobo.. If labeling, then I prefer “hunter gatherer” and “nomad.” but these are outdated terms that have lost their meaning, drowned by more modern identities like “homeowner,” “middle class citizen,” “consumer” and the rest of that bullshit.

I will instead pluck fruit off trees, barter and trade services and goods, discover other tribes of similar mind frame and establish a culture that is more harmonious with a simpler way of life..more natural and free of anxiety.

So my traveling continues.. but a little differently. Kokopello’s journey pushes forward, but a little differently... In a Dodge ‘77 Beaver Recreational Vehicle..

I am currently in Marina Del Rey, California and I shall document my ongoing adventure within this “ride this way” realm. Thanks for coming along for the ride.

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[littlemissdespair]

♔ im all out of luck // killing-less au. closed: komaeda

The chiming of the bell probably meant that she was supposed to be in her seat, but unlike everyone else, the "Super High-School Level Gyaru" Junko Enoshima was just walking into class. Fashionably late. Though, if she had it her way, everything she did would have "fashionably" before it. Fashionably sleepy. Fashionably hungry. Fashionably bored. Fashionably perfect. 

Eyeing around the room, she noticed the faces were... so dull. Why was it that everyone there is so boring? Placing her chin in her hands, she pursed her lips into a forced pout as a teacher shot her a glare for her fashionably late entrance. Sheesh, it's not like she could've helped it. Fashion takes time, and what else does she do? Other than watch those lower than her squirm in pain and utter despair.

Well, at least in her dreams they did. Part of her thought that she could've done something big, but it just doesn't seem like it. Maybe the cosmos were off, or she took one extra fashionably sleepy snooze on her alarm clock. But for some reason, she just felt like things were different.

Everyone in this room could've been putty in her hands. But she couldn't think about it then, that'd be inappropriate. She'd have to wait until she was back in her dorm. Whenever that would be. For now, it was time to sit and stare into the abyss that is the blackboard and wait for that bell that rung lunch, then another fashionably late stride into the class after reapplying her lipgloss and recurling her eyelashes.