Midnight Mangoes
Midnight Mangoes
My center? Not holding.
My ceremony of innocence? Drowned.
My falcon? Can’t hear me.
My rough beast? Slouching.
My gaze? Blank and pitiless as the sun.
My tide? Blood-dimmed.
My center? Not holding.
My ceremony of innocence? Drowned.
My falcon? Can’t hear me.
My rough beast? Slouching.
My gaze? Blank and pitiless as the sun.
My tide? Blood-dimmed.
I’m trying to learn multiple languages, learn how to fly a plane, I’ve gone hunting, practicing a martial art, making oil paintings, cook good meals, workout as much as I can, develop apps and side projects
How much more does life have to offer? What else is there to do?
I’m trying to learn multiple languages, learn how to fly a plane, I’ve gone hunting, practicing a martial art, making oil paintings, cook good meals, workout as much as I can, develop apps and side projects
How much more does life have to offer? What else is there to do?
Once again curled up in the sickeningly sweet sadness of feeling in love but with no object to my affections, just the nostalgia of all the memories this body high kicks up
Once again curled up in the sickeningly sweet sadness of feeling in love but with no object to my affections, just the nostalgia of all the memories this body high kicks up
Or maybe more realistically I’m too dumb to think about AI
Or maybe more realistically I’m too dumb to think about AI
Things change. Social media is more about creating the infrastructure to capitalize on a moment and the patience to keep it running until that moment than anything else
Things change. Social media is more about creating the infrastructure to capitalize on a moment and the patience to keep it running until that moment than anything else