03.24.25
Raiden did not take his experience
with A.I. infohazards very well.


03.16.25
"The aliens have landed" seems less scary to me
than "the aliens are leaving."


03.15.25
Drinking from the cup of rage.


03.14.25
So bad in bed my partner
dematerializes like the thanos snap


03.13.25
If Jamiroquai had a gun he'd be unstoppable.


03.10.25
Unfortunately, my country and home, the United States,
must be, in the words of my Egyptian friends,
beaten like a dog in the street.


03.07.25


03.06.25 I don't like the pattern
my pubic hair grows in.


03.05.25 I have shown
disrespect and doubt
to my spiritual master.
(Also uploaded a poem.)


03.04.25 My 2-minute Hate
brings me back into the world.
But what more could be!

03.01.25 Hijacked by rage.

02.24.25 - how little of me
belongs to me...

02.16.25 - In seeking spiritual attainment
and moral perfection and perfect conviction,
I am really only rejecting vulnerability.
My hurt will always be with me.
It is who I am.

02.09.25 - Made this little thingy scrollable.

01.18.25 - I am rewriting parts of broom
and I hope I will find it a more suitable ending.
In making art, I sometimes find myself wanting to
evoke certain attitudes I endure now and then
that are bleak and hopeless. Where the magic of
the world is gone, the people around me seem plastic,
their expressions pre-fabricanted by some
programmatic deity that abandoned the project long ago,
and my eternal participation in it all a mere ritual of
observing the vacant horror over and over in perpetuity.
Certainly, one can write effectively
on these matters, but I don't feel the current
ending of broom succeeds one way or the other.
And if it's not going to be a successful horror
book, I should probably give the Nightjars a
better ending.
Ta-ta,
-Ellsif