Mar 01 2026, 03:05 AM

Informal Sentimental Dump

When I watch something so truly intimate where emotions flood the world. It brings such imagination to my mind. I finally. yes I know. I finally got around to watching Cyberpunk: Edgerunners. Played the game, played the DLC. Anyways... that scene where Lucy and the dude kiss after he said something about taking her to the moon. It rattled my heart. Lucy is already such women. We're talking about a fictional character here but how can someone write a story and if it's a dude watching, have the female character just fucking attach to them? It makes you lose your mind and to others, become delusional when it comes to romance within the confines of this universe. You feel more alone than ever. Imagination is something. when it's a writer. it draw illusion. but when someone with emotion watches, it brings about emotion. So why have I brought this up? Well first of all. And I doubt she checks this. Or maybe she does? I don't know. I just have feelings for her sometimes. She's the closest thing to what I'm into. Literally. When we used to really talk all romantic and shit when we first met. Oh man she was a hoot! I was literally just being sentimental and she had to announce to me that I was making her wet. Her brain is so scrambled, her brain hears emotions and her brain reacts with horniness. God only knows whats going on in it now because that was almost 5 years ago. We're great friends and all. She's not as anti-social as I am on a "I hate fucking everyone" sense. But she's creepy, unusual, odd and really sexy.

Feb 28 2026, 01:45 AM

They heard of me on the 5th. Came from Navarre on the 7th. Left with more question on the 11th. Brethern they uttered. Why is it that you seek madness? Why is it, even in the relaxation? My proclamation came from lighting. In this present moment where I stand on this fine peak like moses shall I lay? Cornerstones are making machines. The architecture isn't finite. Haven was born from her roots. My construction debates against any limitation. So madness comes with abundance. Nectar and honey. Why shall I be quiet for this reality is only loud? Odd folk.

Feb 26 2026, 02:08 AM

Evening the Flower of the day that sinks below the horizon. Mountains where the gold comes down from the heavens. Peaks that surreal the vision. Humid wind where no cold comes. For it is a summer of nights. Midnight feeling as if a steam rained down from clouds yet none exist. Emotions from the scenery as the nights falls upon the land. Katydids chant in waves. Lighting bugs flood the sky. Crickets string tunes. Lovely as it all is. Tides are felt from the sea even on top of mountains. Lighting within lonely clouds off in the distance sparkle. Nights creeps in even more. Even with all of the sound. The stars you see silence what you hear. Every living breathing moment is felt so deeply. Falling into everything. You close your eyes and you hear the waves on sands. Volcanoes spewing lava on lava rocks. Owls that hoot along the pine and oak. Close your eyes once more, you see visions of other galaxies. Hear the noises of space. Black holes colliding. Stars being born. Planets orbiting other planets. The gravitational pull of moons. It all happens every second within every breath. Our minds go in many directions while the universe has it's ways of movements. And it never ends. Even when the universe ends, it never truly ends. Islands in dreams. Celestial light that comes from them. Water so pure, every taste liberates our anxious bodies. White Bleeding Hearts with the Marigolds. Daisy with the Tulips. Lavender with the White Sage. Sandalwood with the Dragons Blood. Rose with the Butterfly Bush. Wind with the waves. Breeze with the storms. It all makes sense. When you close your eyes. When you take in that mountain air. It all comes together. For no currency could buy such an experience.

Feb 25 2026, 03:41 AM

Forever the shadows upon the winter land. Snow of the beyond imaginative. There stands a single lamp with it's dim light as the roar of the blizzard winds commeth. Darkness falls upon the world where the trees stand with their towering heights where the branches seem of death. Gothic in it's own. Still beyond. Liminal land where the flowers will grow. But the time isn't now. The time is to feel the very warmth of a lamp where I stand under and light glows upon my soul. Darling I utter to you. You are the fine lamp I have just explained. A light, no matter how bright. It glows. It warms, And it tugs at my very strings. Where my heart beats with strength. Rose Quartz I proclaim. It's funny how we are spawned into the cosmos. Mysterious of the mind. Our very consciousnesses. You question it all and insanity follows behind. Yet in this very moment where I stand under you, your light doesn't confuse me. But your soul comes into mine. We mix together. Crescent at every glance. I can only stand there. I can only hug what I can feel. And it is you. Where ever I go, even when it's dark. even if you aren't the lamp that sits alone under those trees. Your light still shines upon me when the darkest of darkest clouds stretch to the infinite. Beyond what the eyes can perceive. If we were born in a time where the world is a cyberpunk. If we were born in a time before a computer was conceived. It all would have not mattered because the only reality that would have, is the fact we can touch each others flesh. The fact that was can reign together under the temples where the paintings cry to the floor with their brilliant scenery. Spring every day. Summer every evening. Evening upon the cherry blossom. Sunsets over the blue. Grasses that sway to said summer breeze. So when I step forward and push. You are there behind me with your hands pushing my back so I can continue walking forward. Pioneering at my best, crushing my very own records. And it is you that came to me from the forest of shadows. With a cry, a giggle. "I'm looking for you" The very first words. You always walk around, questioning me if you're too crazy for me. Even if you are crazy, I wouldn't care. Crazy is like the colors of stained glass. Clouds that toward upward with their painted cotton. Crazy as if your waves are huge but never would hurt me. Crazy because you build walls upon walls of expression. Crazy like pianos that refuse to stay quiet but I don't mind at all because every key is just astonishing. Bricks with their own symbols. Own colors. And as you came out the forest of shadows. You came with a diary. You opened it to me, and blushed while looking away in fear. Sang songs with your own vocals hoping my ears would remain opened. drew me from the many dreams you couldn't stop dreaming. again with your very nervousness. My heart only opened its arms so you can move forward into them. In these times I picture you have a very eccentric room. amethyst decorative I take it? Incense that burns for hours. Songs from a record player that goes on and on within the background? Some candles. Plants like vines? Wouldn't matter what room you are in looking for me. I know where ever you are. Your eyes are mirrors of mine where we correspond with our souls. Windows that go into the infinite. One day. One night. Our cries will be loud. When we finally meet.

Feb 24 2026, 12:00 AM

Destin in hours of comfort. For she is the form. Cuddle could spell all of the words. At ease. Ever so peaceful. Threaded with love. Deeper than a Navarre. It is the very healing. With it's pure touch. Essence but forever beyond. Anxiety never to touch my shores. With her warmth. Eternal the waves come forth to me in close delicate hugs. Storms for it is not what she plays upon. Rather it is showers with it's majestic. Flesh of the stars where they always surround. Touches where they forever stay. Misty mornings and infinite mint upon my spine. She wakes before me and watches me follow. As when I open my eyes there she is. Smiling. Tugging me inward. Into a world that is hers where floral overthrows chaos. Inward and ever so close. Emotions. Waves upon waves of them. Lips gently on each other. Even in such a freezing place, it is her heart that glows with it's furnace. Petting my head, smiling once more. Pyrite dazzle. Clear Quartz of forever clarity. Red Jasper in her veins. Carnelian of such a smile. Eyes be my gravity. Hair so trustful and honest, Sodalite she is. Attached never separated. Bonded, fused together. Tight. Tighter. Tightly. Giggles from her be the candles of Cathedrals. Kisses be it all of it all. Oh so Hymnful. Deep breaths from my very tremble for the moments to moments be so intense. Her power is cycles of the orbits of galaxies. Her universe I am forever trapped. One in which even if I left, she makes sure no such thing to even take float. Sense of security. Sense of no escape. Roses be with the blueberries. Tulips be with peaches. Butterfly bush be with the Leyland cypress. Moonglow be with the Spartan. Privets be with waxleafs. Cherryblossom be with the Oak. Yes. It is as is, as it is the perfect bonding of our souls. Our roots touching, our tight hugs so together. Chemistry and the emotions. Emotions. Islands with their bluest of blues, for sands so white the sun gives way. Breeze upon the palm. Close my eyes once more and I see more of her, giggling, smiling; moaning in comfort. More kisses that spoil me. Never ever letting go for our hands our together. Hearts beating together. Falling into her, never to ever leave. Moons of trillions soar into my mind. Her light, her darkness. her mysterious soul. Surrounding mine. Forever we cuddle.

Feb 22 2026, 03:10 AM

Furnace summer over all of the green. Thunderstorms came by of it all with the humid weight. Passed away for some time and what remains is the evening glow as the vapor is the airy oceans of thick. Oh but beforehand when the dark clouds approach, the rains and it's most generous breeze of coolness touched my very deep. For storms of their magnitude have their souls in the form of green Aventurine for when they approach there comes a swift relief as if dimensions of chill and ice came to the lands in it's most dignified presents of relief. For commeth the nurturer when you shelter inside where the air conditioning closes in on you as you lay there in a bed of light cloth. At first when you take the blanket as it's 65 degrees F, your flesh is greeted with a cold blanket but the chills run through you as you have now escaped the titan of heats. Then when you rest for some time, you are of harmony of the cold for it is the winter imaginative; for when the summer is so heavy you fine a haven in a dark place. And when I think of a women of my dreams, if an emotion were to describe her it would be in alignment with this very decorative text. A sense of comfort, release, relief and pure security. For when the world burns in it's own; even when she comes to your side. All suns burn out. What remains is the cuddles of breeze from planets far and wide. Stars so mysterious for when death comes to collect; the very stars are angels traversing your soul into light years of majestic. Celestial. Waterfalls from clouds. Rainbows among the moons. Oh glory for it all is not of it, but glory for it's richness of a cozy tune. Melodies echoing forever seen the eyes of even the much confused. Wind moans into those empty temples where humanity never again laid an eye of any of them. But as the paint fades, the wood breaks, and vines climb the walls. Mountains sing the long ago vibrancy for time never defined them but the mist of mornings were serenades like fleets of sailboats. And see comes to my side and says that my sugar is all but heights. And my refute would be for she is the silk of trillions of oceans where the waves are the hormones of pianos. And those very pianos with every component never be the machine but organs of giants. The giants being the sounds, the harmony in their upmost truest. For even worlds where infinite islands come with presentation, the harmonious never dies but lays. For she is it all. With every breath of her gentle ship. Warmth of threads. Blue Calcite her soul. Rest she whispers to me. I close my eyes and I hear the crescent of her forever heart. Her feminine of nights. Owls of the closeness and mysterious. Watching over me, keeping me close. Immortal the closeness we are for there is never an end.

Feb 16 2026, 02:35 AM

Within exploration of consciousnesses in realms of alertness. Ponder less and realize more. Become one with realization, not the reliance on cybernetic protocols. Cybernetics do not reveal a world of it all. Rather only face value. A damning mistake I have been making ever since I took course to the very devices we name to be those that teach, provide experience

Feb 15 2026, 02:36 AM

Emeralds were the true mist of grand mountains. Fog in it's own. For it's nature never pronounced it's own name. Yet the trilateral components where it lays with heart, soul, and it's mental conformity. Lights of abundant stars shine rays of it's quartz touching upon fields of infinite of the midnight hour. Even without the moon and it's lunar ways, this world was so grand. No sun was even there yet it's glory illuminated through it's cycles. Floral grew. Colors and rainbows of horizons to the very ends of feet. As you walketh onward, you were only surrounded. Does such thing and it's characteristics really exist? If so why is it so hard to be there with it's peace and tranquility? The answer lies within the worlds of those in the worlds of sobs. For when the depression wears. It strains. But when oceans of you and your desire to swim within it all, you feel sensations felt, as if never deserved. They are there. If you are warm which you are. Then better days you think of, are better, even warmer when it's cold. You are the gems and mentioned floral. Yet you cloud yourself in your own judgement. Though you can take the stand and rebuttal it all. It is you that yearns but also the very you that can also be within it all you wish of.

Feb 06 2026, 02:54 AM

Dim lamps under the majestic forest. Butterfly bushes of such scenery. Green cuddling the pink, blue and array of floral. Lights of trillions above. Summer chill of the dark. Do you adore it as I do I ask? You lay out the secrets on paper. You tell me the very distant things within them. For you came with your soul into my very presence. Opened my gates to enter my world. You pushed yourself onto me without notice to ensure we do indeed become one. Beatty eyes wondering if you would freak me out as I run my finger on your cheek and fall upon deeply into those very eyes that sparkle even in the dark of nights. Tell me everything as I say with urge. Tell me. Don't sugar coat it. And one by one. Every dark secret comes out in the garden. The flowers still, the trees rustle gently to the breeze. Summer will never end as we stand in this moment of time. The present. The heat and warmth. Cyclones of majestic between us. Nothing hushes this moment now. Only words from your mouth, those eyes. Makes me weak because it seduces me into trillions of psychological emotions never could be described with our senses. But it happens, chemistry, the orchestra. The thrust of hugs, the soft of kisses. Closer, tighter, forever. Within the realms of shrubs, flowers, bushes, and trees. You are the lantern my dear. The one that is dim within this garden of fine and grand. But your dim light doesn't mean anything. It just means you are gentle and innocent with sweetness as you are. I think of you. as you do of me. Wondering, deep within. Of nights where you are in your bed as I am in mine, looking out a window, or closing your eyes as you see the imaginations flutter, dance and sing. You my dear are the music better than pianos and basses. Forever you floral. Forever you are warm. Cozy. Obsess and obsess about me as you will.

Feb 04 2026, 04:15 PM

I feel so confident. Been feeling so confident. If this place was full of ghost, I'd be down to own this haunted house bitch. Not trying to say I got voices or demons on the side of my bed talking to me. What I'm saying bitch. I run the fucking mental asylum while everyone watches. This isn't no ego swing. Take me as the summer chill, the breeze from the ocean blue. I'm not even mad if I don't even get friends. My friends already exist, that's the souls I dream of. The community I wish to drive. Grooves in my radius at every step I make, every time I look up at the sky. It all smiles back at me. And if I do land me a deranged club of creeps and weirdos, then consider me beyond blessed. Matter of fact. You could say whatever you want in my messages. Tell me how much of a loser I am or tell me I come off as a pretty laid back guy. No fucks given but I would always throw back the shine if you present it first. This is coming from someone that was bullied like a dog in school. Someone that dances in the dark and cheers within the shadows. But someone that kisses every ray of light. Hugs the flowers with my nurturer and has his way with every color he sees.