new version of this poem ( art by @voooooogel 💜 )

looking forward to the world first race of immortal superflies

daily poem is a composite poem today https://t.co/cHUqIQ2vok

being well rounded isn't all its cracked up to be, but it's fine in moderation

every single wanderer looked up and saw the sky like every single journeyman was joined in ways on high i once knew a farmer whose harvest was the wheat like all the paths and rivers that at the head would meet

i didn't know you'd see when years come and go the farthest stars are wee the littlest lights still glow and all the things you built are stories in your chest and all achievements wilt though you did your best

I love audio tarot cards: they're designed for the podcasting medium

judas prokaryote

*behind blue eyes* nobody knows what its like to be jaded to be fated to telling only lies but my brother is not the same way for he only tells the truth and if you can solve our riddle we will let you pass on through

i love to keep the sabbath if you will try with me i built this house on solid ground and planted many trees

I need to write a poem I do it every day I need to write a poem but I don't know what to say

why can't you get free all these harmonies i just want to build an hour for you an house for me

why can't you get free

and though the gods of moments watched my growing soul i knew that there's a totem that once would make me whole and when I find that totem the God will call me here and I will leave my supper out and offer up my tears

i heard the god of ages i saw him in the days but for want of wanting i turned my heart away i punished all the idols i kept under my bed and wrote these many pages that popped into my head

unfiltered through the reams of human experience modification

I made a Claude Code skill for bibliomancy - a type of divination using the Bible. It lets you (or Claude) draw a random bible verse or a spread of multiple verses for a reading. Start your next project or inspire your existing project propitiously! https://t.co/AuqtbydXwG

I lose God every time that I read his word and prayed a couple times and found out in the shower again that I cannot believe like they know how to do like doves

unspoken songwriting fact: what you put in the chorus is affirmed in the mind of the listener as the point of the song, even if you otherwise couch it in sarcasm or say elsewhere that it is false

running down these bitter hills where livid dwells of wicked spells and hate that conga line of rust and rime is growing here of late

like some water that's melting on a glacier I will be borne down the hill to where faith lies