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All that remains: in afterlife as 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. 20k views
Obshchak

Some torn to the ground


Read here some old blog entries...*PointRight* 2018 Highlights

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Congratulations on winning the Grand Overall Prize in  [Link To Item #2164876]  with your beautiful poem, [Link to Book Entry #933358]. This poem really moved me. Great writing!

Rachel *^*Heartv*^*

Auctions and Raffles (why we need them):
People who play with house money: They are shilling for the casino. A shill is a player who is bankrolled by the casino and whose objective is to encourage others to play. Oftentimes this is done at table games with no players as many players are hesitant to play at a ‘dead’ table or at a poker table with only a handful of players (a Texas hold-em table typically seats up to nine players; anything less that five is usually considered to be short-handed.)
Short answer, mostly relatable.
March 31, 2025 at 11:51pm
March 31, 2025 at 11:51pm
#1086309
April is poetry month…

I expect to write.

I wonder about commitment

If I don’t honor this statement, what rule reveals in literally a sea of ever-changing text.

If someone wants to punish you…still…they’ll come out of the woodwork, unfortunate fool.

Well, I have email. Maybe tonight; maybe tomorrow.

-Carnac

3.31.25
March 26, 2025 at 12:44am
March 26, 2025 at 12:44am
#1086005
3.26.25 prompt for “Get The (vanishing) Picture,” yellow road sign on a long stretch running through a southwest desert that reads, “Absolutely Nothing For The Next 22 Mile”

Here’s My Sign

You’re headed the right way if you got lost looking for my house

Avoid the abyss…um…everywhere. Quantum mechanics will guide you there…we hope…one day. I live in a crystal between two atoms. If you synapse, you’ll miss it.

Sorry about the mess. Bosons … you know.


March Madness Poetry Contest. Level up your game!


T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚            
March 25, 2025 at 1:51pm
March 25, 2025 at 1:51pm
#1085984
If I can get through this day without giving into the temptation to freestyle Limp Bizkit, I know there’s a chance I can still make it.



Replacing me with me with AI, b4 AI replaces me with me…with itself…b4…??


Just keep rollin’, baby.

And stick that *Cookie*



 
T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚
March 21, 2025 at 12:09am
March 21, 2025 at 12:09am
#1085768
Sundowning

echoes linger, soft, low.
faces drift, softly go.
laughter ringing, sunset gleams.
fragile, memory of life’s dreams.

echoes soften, come, go.
these gentle breezes, soft, flow.
silence but them, risen ghosts.
can’t recall, and nothing to boast.


5.20.24
Quite literally.
Milk almost went in the bread drawer.
Also, salami.
Mm, sando?
March 2, 2025 at 11:05pm
March 2, 2025 at 11:05pm
#1084679
Updated the old review page. Love the little guy on the cover, and my best friend…

https://www.writing.com/main/profile/reviews/ripglaedr3

Tooned—

Eye navigating the ceiling for buggy intruders. Little Man, 2021 - present.

The kitten Kid…

Our token black cat, tooned.
March 2, 2025 at 10:15pm
March 2, 2025 at 10:15pm
#1084675
https://www.writing.com/main/profile

The guy with his paws in my slippers is my wash room attendant…could have been in a previous life? When I head upstairs, he sometimes waits like that and moves ahead of me to bathroom. I wrote a poem about it. As soon as he sees I’m at the vanity, comes up to rub head or chin on my bent elbow as I brush. It’s routine if I don’t keep odd hours. He does brak at us if we haven’t gone up by 8mpm. He’s rooster in the morning. I keep the bedroom door closed.

His shelter name was Prometheus but became Mohawk when his fur first grew out by six months. He and his step-sibling adopted at the same time after many visits to spend time with lonely animals. The two came to meet our aging cat that looked Maine Coon. Three musketeers, if one was sometimes cranky.

Budrick Cornelius Budwizer 2013 - present, animated from family photo.
March 2, 2025 at 3:19am
March 2, 2025 at 3:19am
#1084624
Hi, Brian.
Hi
Whatcha doin’
Just sitting here talking to myself
Yeah? What about?
You know
Oh, yeah. Right.
*idles*
*taps*
Did you see the…
Yup.
Yeah.
Not really good at conversation like this.
Ditto.

Did you hear an echo?
Only the one I’m imagining.
March 2, 2025 at 2:34am
March 2, 2025 at 2:34am
#1084623



 
T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚


Nope. Yup, that’s it.


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