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  PR #082026 Reported on 29 August 2026 Project 1: Writing     Current Writing Project: Project Lilith          Current Status: Planning/Scattered Draft Phase     Current D&D Project: Custodius Continuum, Project Dungeons and Bitches           Current Status: 3 of 5 Preliminary Sessions Done, Preparing Session 4               (will update 5th September 2026)     Secondary D&D Project: Custodius Continuum, Project Demons and Flames          Current Status: Preparing Sessions 1     Blog Posts Completed: 39 of 52 (Including Extra Blog Posts) Project 2: Weight Management     Current Weight: 237.7     Weight Loss/Gain: -0.2 in August (+5.1 in 2026)     Goal Weight: 180.0               (will update 1 September 2026) Project 3: Crochet     Gifts...

*knocking* "FBI, open up!" "Sir, this is the Void of Time and Mistakes. What are you doing here?" "I've come to sell hot dogs."

 The BreakBeat Poets Edited by Kevin Coval, Quraysh Ali Lansana, and Nate Marshall     Hubris is a guilty pleasure of mine.          I thought I could pick up this 350 page behemoth and read it in a month. I figured 70 pages at a time, easy pace, nothing crazy.     Then life said, "Hey, your job starts soon. Good luck."     And with that, I sit here before you with a confession: I didn't finish this book.     Thankfully, I read this book back in my college time, and I remember it well enough to tell you to get it. Seriously. If you are one of those cringe-inducing folk that keeps saying, "All of the great poets are dead." and you like hip-hop especially, then get this anthology. Seriously. I can't emphasize how much it will shift you into thinking that all the best poets are old white dudes that would be over 200 years old at the minimum if they were alive now.      Get this anthology.    ...

 5:Observation   The mechanical bell sounds and radiates from the depths. A single door swings aperture-like, its spiraled steel grinds against the concrete staircases below. An outpouring of works slumps out toward the rest of the city, hungry and tired and looking for some action. They stagger to their homes, clean their bodies of ash and dust, then cruise into the streets. Some head to bars, others to brothers, and even a few toward the theatres. Shouts and hollering erupt in the stale air as the insane outcasts of Canlanma comfort and numb themselves until the mechanical bell sounds again.    Hanging above the clusters of madness, Marsuvees looks through the shaded one-way mirrors he hands on. He knows these workers well, perhaps even better than the arrogant outsiders. He sneers to himself at the thought of the wealthy elitists in the Capital, or those pesky Ludumites who constantly send orders for more minerals, more materials, more liquids. More, more, more; t...

      So, just as a forewarning, things are shifting around for my online presence.      The full process will not be complete until 2027, but you may notice bits and pieces of it between now and then. I am trying my best to shift with as little chaos as possible, but some things will be obviously chaotic.      Just know I am finally doing this because of a calling I have felt for a while. A notion that has pulled me around long enough. Some of it will be easy, but a ton more will be difficult, especially toward December. So we'll see how it goes.     If you stick around, thank you. I could not appreciate it more. If you don't, please go with my fervent blessings.