a poet and spokenword recording artist from virginia living with epilepsy, a dry sense of humor and peace of mind over everything™ pronoun: old man in the club
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device crash: first updates. still missing contacts, but good news; regained access to @bluesky app (@13ofnazareth.net) and @ovrcmng.app (@13ofnazareth_) download both so we can stay social while i figure out my data recovery. email and text still work. thank you in advance.
good eastern standard time pre-evening,
device crash: lost most access including contacts. please share this post and if you have my info or want me to have yours, text or send an email to 13ofnazareth @ gmail. thank you in advance.
p.s. i cannot see replies or direct messages.
Your TV might be one of 216,000,000 LG smart TVs sold worldwide.
Researchers rooted one and pulled plain text transcripts of what people said in the room.
It kept recording while the screen looked off.
If your TV can do that, it’s time to look at everything else on your desk👇🏻
"For everything in life we are tested, examined, and tried, but to pass the examination of friendship is the most difficult thing in the world."
— Hazrat Inayat Khan
the level of awesomeness that my day has been so far is in-ar-tick-queue-late-a-bull. people have appreciated me, supported me and loved me at the same damn time
gentrification is when a city buys some new neighborhoods while throwing away some old ones. watch the hands, watch the hands and bare witness to the art of prestidigitation.
i could tell you to love you and
get away with not loving me; right
in front of you. just suffering and laughter
louder than usual. when joking is how i jive
my way through; circumnavigate the atlas,
never leave the library and carry the world
on my shoulders for the gods to see
finder's weepers
sometimes i lose myself;
forget where i put me;
go out searching for directions
to a location i left behind.
maybe i am still there
wondering where i went;
wondering if i'll return
to find my self some time
to invest in being everything
everywhere, all at one