2025-08
a poem written in iambic hexameter
2025-09-01 01:00
// updated 2025-11-09 13:08
// updated 2025-11-09 13:08
reading about the endonyms and exonyms
wishing that certain crucial content could condense
launching yet another film about germany
amassing tons of fatigue from the normiesphere
continuing these lines hidden away from view
making content for myself and not for others
assembled an adjustable height standing desk
assembled a modern electric fireplace
witnessing an uplifting comeback victory
always overwhelmed by the sheer amount of things
satisfied with this weekend's black-and-white rebrands
withdrawing once again from busy websites
locked in a battle against some winged entities
attempting an automated backup method
adding embeddable content in blog entries
wondering if this long poem will soon come to pass
a short film about the rainbow panorama
refusing to produce vertically shaped films
having this rational boring sense of design
hearing calls from a long bygone past to resign
overcoming embarrassment with doctored stats
existing with decelerating inertia
awaiting shipment for diatomaceous earth
battling the long-standing issues of social dearth
aiming to expand the internet's horizons
hoping to make the following fortnight worth it
not being well-liked actually helps in some ways
knowing most view counts for my stuff are just my own
amused by these parody kanji characters
considering telegram my preferred outlet
discovering a key store for the near future
released a film about a northern capital
witnessed an awful collapse last night at the dome
becoming so used to abject obscurity
loathing popularity equals performance
needing to retreat away from the big websites
shying away from certain in-group preferences
scheduling posts on some apps can sometimes backfire
trying to turn this day around despite the hour
still wanting to hit a figurative home run
getting restless with this prolonged free agency
combatting new levels of anhedonia
trudging through foggy quagmires of uncertainty
wanting to be more diligent and vigilant
wondering if the president kicked the bucket
knowing full well that happenings never happen
sensing that the long weekend will go quietly
hibernating my linked-in due to apathy
experiencing rapid derealization
reorganized into nine different sectors
handling matters of gradient complex perspectives
enjoying an algorithm-free telegramabout these poems
- every 6 hours a line (consisting of 12 syllables each) gets posted on this telegram channel
- these lines eventual combine to form a potentially-infinite poem that vaguely describes the personal zeitgeist of the author
- certified 0% written by AI