thought lives matter, and so do writing lives for that matter. both are entwined in a double helix 🧬of waxing nostalgic + fresh introspection up in here, up in here. I’m about to loose control up in here, up in here.
this is a personal niche-webpage I lovingly hand crafted using the building blocks of cyberspace. I needed a simple space on the line (thank Vince Vaughn for that priceless gem) to pontificate all of this (all of me). it is my sweet everything + my beautiful nothing. trying to partake in the indie.web movement that’s happening right now (also not happening perhaps). it is the underground of the internet (and also not since it’s being widely received). what once was were abandoned pages/blogs/sites that told fragments of people’s lives. some deeply personal + others unabashedly shallow. I’m somewhere between these two extremes that’s my sweet spot I’m living it up in.
this is me on a rainy day indoors writing in my sketch journal, wondering perhaps what to even write about. I’ve got a glass of wine and am sufficiently caffeinated. the gray canopy of a sunless day inspires me to tarry indoors and to get in that creative ecstasy that comes with doing and not merely living in my own thoughts. sometim
spike is 🧬=1.5 🇰🇷 + 🇵🇹 =110% 🇺🇸 Americano. a cyberpunk from Chiraq now living in Middle Earth (aka the state of North Carolina). his t-shirt reads “Trust me I’m a DJ” or “hustler”. artiste + poet, and a super spy. formerly a pick up artist, Walgreens website male model, pool hustler, web designer at Playboy online, Product Designer at As Seen On TV. hey if I could my dream job would be a tea farmer in the Andes mountains with a nice farm raising Llamas. and a secret underground honeycomb hideout. mostly I’m a humble poet, I draw/paint much (watercolorist), and am a very skilled martial artist. my crazy dog Sabi speaks fake Japanese & Elvish. I’m fluent in Portuguese, Valyrian, Korean and Pig Latin.