Here it is, one day early!
…Gotta work on part 2 now. Till next time!
Here it is, one day early!
…Gotta work on part 2 now. Till next time!
The Hub of CreatiV is online!!
WELCOME ALL! I am the Master of the Hub, Dusty_PlZ, and this is Studio CreatiV!
Here, I will post stories, poems, and the occasional bit of personal news. Be sure to check in from time to time to see what is new! This whole experience is new to me, so bear with me, as I don’t really know what I’m doing (*embarassed LOL*!)
Maybe it is because I gave up on romance to build better relationships with my friends or because I’m just not good at it, but the art of being romantic and even (gasp!) sexy is beyond me.
To be fair, I don’t look like a sexy beast at all. I look more like a taller love child of Danny DeVito and Robin Williams. At 5’8” with thinning hair and a profound gut, I won’t be winning any beauty contests unless the only participant is Steve Buscemi. And it would be too close to call confidently.
I wasn’t always this resigned; I was a prowler in my younger years and a shameless flirt. It didn’t work for me as a strategy or as a lifestyle-Johnny Bravo is not who I wanna be!
At one point I took stock of my life and found it wanting, so I decided to turn my attention towards other matters; being a good son, a good friend, and trying my hand at writing. It has been more fulfilling than hopeless flirting could ever be.
Till next time, everyone!
My mind is full of soup
My will is a noodle,
My resolve a pack of crumbled saltines in the mire.
Life is hard
But creativity harder
When life and finances become dire.
Hope it’s good for everyone! I’m right where I been at this time last year (eating dinner and watching YouTube) and I hope things are at least doing well for whoever reads this.
My resolution this year is to KEEP MY DEADLINES!!! How am I supposed to be a writer if I can’t deliver a single story when I promise to? I gotta work on that…
Hopefully it’ll be a year where things get better. Not crossing me fingers for it though. Things are getting progressively worse and our “leaders” aren’t really doing anything to save us. Maybe we should take things in hand ourselves…
Well, till next time…
Had two dreams that at least mention or allude to God (as in Yahweh, the Christian god, or as I call him “the Bad Parent”)
In the first instance, it was a fleeting mention in a doctor’s orders, which said “make time for god”. Been thinking about that one for weeks now. Never talked about it till now.
The latest is a doozy. In it God spat a fireball that ended the world, and the dream didn’t end there! An Angel (the Angel of Death I figure) tells me that if I can convince Him/Her/Them they will spare the Earth and return it to before the fireball loogie thing.
I try to talk sense to Them and, after failing multiple times finally get through by saying that we (humanity) need some time to figure things out and grow on our own. That seems to calm The Bad Parent and he returns things to normal.
Strange dreams lately… what do you think of them? Let me know, and till next time!!
How much is weighed by fate n’
How much is wasted waitin’
How much time is lost
In life’s busy dance?
We have our obligations
Rushing to each waiting station
Too busy to relax,
If only we took it easy
If we were able,
But life is greedy.
Too greedy to let us take a breath!
So we keep on moving
Keep on shaking, keep on grooving,
Till life is done, and then it’s death!
Between the obligations
And the feelings between people
To say nothing of the feelings of nations,
Never any time to take a breath.
Never any time to enjoy the dance!
If you were able
Would you go for it?
Become a member
Of lauded gentry
And symbol of power?
How far would you go
How high a climb
Would it take to crest that tower?
I fear the crown
For though it shines golden
It is made of thorn and wire.
Such a crown
Would you take such a crown
If you knew how it would change you?
If it warped you
Changed and deformed you
Made you… a monster?
I’ve had a long, LOOOONG line of toxic workplaces. So many I’m just sick of them altogether. My current job was supposed to be different, and for a while it was. But not anymore.
Got two thorns in my side; a coworker who glares at everyone and comes in on his days off to talk shit about people, and a supervisor who yells at me for sitting down. The supervisor is the worst, because I have a bad back and can’t be standing forever.
And the worst part? He knows. He knows that I have a bad back, but he yells at me and argues with me over it anyway! He’s threatened to erase my hours for the week, and said he’s gonna sign me out of work without my permission! And I have no one on my side (supposed to have an advocate but she hasn’t been answering my texts…
I’m sick of toxic bosses, and the workplaces they cultivate like poisonous vines. I have no skills outside of writing prose, and a high school education with some college. I don’t know what to do anymore…
Till next time, everyone.
One day I was weeping
The cause of sorrow unsleeping
My peals of pain did ring
When I get heard a humming
That sent my heart drumming
Of a maiden’s voice that did sing.
She told of a place
Where sorrow had no place
And the sufferer’s pealed no more
And people danced all day
In sun and in rain
And the soles of their shoes never wore
“Come with me, oh nameless one,
And suffer in loneliness no more.
I hear your crying
Your thirst for dying
And want to help you love living once more.”
As I stood up and listened
Her eyes did glisten
And she sang to me of a place
Of harvests unending
And pain relenting
She spoke and sang more
And as I listened
My sorrow then listed
And I so wanted to love her
And hear her lore.
She offered her hand to me
And we danced off towards the sea
To a place joyful and warm.
And I tell you this day
I feel no more pain
As I extend to a hand to those forlorn.
Now sit tight
And believe with all your might
And I shall take thee to Adelline this morn.
Used toothpicks and metal skewers to keep them from falling apart. Cooked on the stovetop in a cast iron skillet.
I’m really sorry to be talking about this, guys and gals. I feel absolutely terrible. And I wish I had a different rant for you all. But this needs to be asked, guys and gals, and I guess I’ll have to ask it…
WHY THE HELL IS 90% OF HENTAI NON CONSENSUAL (AS IN RAPEY)?!?
I don’t understand it. Sex can be had in a healthy way. Promiscuity can be portrayed in a healthy way. But for some reason, every hentai has characters that are all, “I’m a fat bastard and I think I’ll have rape for breakfast”. WHY? WHY??? Not everyone is into rape. In fact, NO ONE SHOULD BE INTO RAPE CUZ IT’S HORRIFIC!!
I’m gonna be candid here with you all; I was sexually harassed as a teenager. Yeah, there apparently was a time where this schlub wasn’t too bad. Too bad the only person who saw it was the town creep who couldn’t speak from too much day drinking. I was sitting in a McDonald’s minding my own, when that slurring bastard comes outta nowhere, sits down across from me and starts, not talking, but mumbling. Kept grabbing my fucking hand like I was some waif, and as I tried to make my escape, he asks “Wanna go to the bathroom?” What. The. Fuck. Couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
Now, knowing this, you all probably can figure out how I feel about the fact too much hentai centers around dregs like Mumbly McPervert from way back when. I don’t get it! Are men in that nation so sexually repressed they can’t get it up without hearing someone beg them to stop??! Am I missing some cultural context here? I wish people commented on my posts here cuz I could really use some viewpoints on this.
Well… till next time…