My First Blog Post

The Hub is ON LINE

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*!)

Now, onward!!!

Eroticism is beyond my understanding

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!

New year…

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…

Dreams of a God I Only Kind of Believe In

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!!

Life’s busy dance

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!

The Crown

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?

Trouble at the job :(

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.

The Mystic Song of Adelline

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

Called Adelline.

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.

A treatise/rant about (sigh) hentai…

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…


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…