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The Something (5) (Rough Writing)
He was a burly man, much larger than our outstanding individual. His anger towards the stranger in this cabin was burning in his hazel eyes. At the top of his voice, he yelled obscenities at the someone. Threatening things that were beyond even him, he didnât know what he stumbled onto.
In the silence of the room, the something conjured something... new, âWhat?â A single word left his mouth, echoing like it had fallen into the darkest cave. The burly man straightened up, sweat fell off his forehead. His body visibly tightening to flee the scene, but our something wasnât quite finished with the conversation.
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The Something (4) (Rough Writing)
A mirror hung on the wall completely untouched by time. Neither dust, nor crack, nor blemish burdened this valuable. An anomaly in this ruin of a cabin, his fingers trailed its golden rimming. Brilliantly ornamented by the finest of handicraftsmen, a weapon to reveal who he was. Curled black hair fell neatly on the sun-browned face, grey soulless eyes on an otherwise soft exterior. He wasnât nothing, but he wasnât quite something.
He stood taller than the mirror, having to lean forward to get a better look at himself. Cluelessness faded as he heard and saw another something enter the cabin.
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Mornings Are Interesting
Lately, sleeping early has been super difficult for me. I really donât know why, but it was whatever.
Last night I was super exhausted, decided to go to bed at 9:30 woke up at 6:50ish, but the kicker is when you have that ONE dirty dream.
When I was in kindergarten/first couple of grades, it was the start of summer break. And we were going to change into swimsuits and go outside and play a little, well, for some reason, someone took my swimsuit and clothes and returned them to my cubby. So, hereâs a butt naked âletsnexusstuffâ running through the school, hiding like a ninja (I know, ridiculous right?).
Well, THIS DREAM, was so similar to that. Except, Iâm an adult, and this was a grocery store, and I saw one of my favorite people. Yeesh, it's a weird morning.
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Leets be honest here folks, Iâm feelin it tonight.

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Find Your Support
If you could kinda feel what I was tossing, when I say this usually itâs more of a âDo you kinda see the pointâ, Iâm weird that way.
As a writer, an artist, gamer, etc. Find a group of people that you can not only get REAL love and support from but also get people thatâll challenge you.
âAs Iron Sharpens Iron, is a friend that sharpens another friend.â A Proverb that is often lost in translation, but itâs so important. Guys, Gals, roomies, buddies, pals, etc. Donât let your giftings die, you were given it, and sharpened it, donât let it get dull folks, youâre all important.
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Friend-Blues
Itâs kinda sad when your ex-girlfriend is your best friend, punchline? None really. Itâs more than possible at the end of a relationship for both parties to stay friends, right? Completely possible, highly likely!
But, well, after some long nights and long fights... Well, weâre both highly narcissistic to one another. Iâm a full-blown jealous nutbag who canât help but be a douche when the opportunity arises, and she... well, gaslighting was a huge part of who she was/is.
Iâve had to eat my own desserts, every single time, but well, let's just say there are no cross-apologies.Â
Heck, it makes me feel tons better typing and talking about this, not that really anyone around me would care to hear it. I canât reconcile some of these scars, theyâve healed and scarred and junk.
Back to my friend, to her, Iâm still that literal best friend. She tells me more than anyone else and feels good with it. Well, this will sound harsh, but I really donât feel the same. Our conversations sheâd normally strike up with me would be:
Her: Ughhhhh, my days been horrible.
Me: Oh? You okay? What happened? Do you wanna talk about it?
Her: Iâm good, just problems with my coworkers. And junk.
Me: Yeah, i getcha, my coworkers been pretty hard on me to.
Her: So?
Me: What?
Her: Well, its none of your business anyways.. like, jeez your work is so full of drama.
Me: Well... Isnât it important to care about each other, in some work capacity?
Her: Not really.
My mega giftings lay in Sympathy and Empathy, so if my coworkers are struggling with something I try to help to the best of my ability, gets me burned out, but I love people.
I think it might be best to just not talk to her in general, mostly because of crap like that. The fact that I feel like Iâm nothing more than a face to talk to, but in public, sheâll hit me and tell me to hide from people. Itâs BS, and it fires me up, unfortunately.
Iâve really done a lot of crap to hurt her, stuff that I took too far like I talked about cheating with someone, but I confided in my ex and apologized before it went too far. Thereâs not a day where I donât think about it, what if I get in a relationship where Iâm sure Iâll marry that person, and not be in the relationship just to satisfy their thoughts.
Pity relationships shouldnât be a thing, you guys if you feel like you need to break up, grow the balls and do it. And stay to your convictions, it's fricken tough these days.
This post is one of the reasons I made this blog, stuff that stays on the heart beats at the heart, extinguish it before it eats right through you.
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The Something (3) (Rough Writing)
Heavy flannel shirt, straight jean pants, cool wool socks, and thick hiking boots. He wore them with a sort of pride, as though he had earned them in this something. No, they were gifts, but for him to think anything more than he did was too much. To breathe was enough for him, and so it shall be.
He scoured the cabin from top to bottom, cobwebs covered knick-knacks, old dust-covered books with pages lined with human drabble that had long been forgotten. Though, in the midst of old worn out trinkets was one new object.
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The Something (2) (Rough Writing)
He ran for hours, days even, but time never changed for him. His strength and stamina were unwavering. The something was long and treacherous, dense trees and sharp rocks littered its landscape but to him, it was little more than sport. That was until he happened upon a cabin.Â
A desolate looking building, shingles on the verge of sliding, cracked dirt-stained windows, and a door that swung on and off its hinge as the breeze went back and forth. Clothes were strewn around the trees and rocks, long forgotten, but completely free of debris. He sampled different forms of clothing, womenâs laundre were the first that he tossed away, seeing as neither he could fit them or be comfortable in any of it.
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The eyeâs closed kinda guy
Never realized how relatable this Tumblrâs profile picture of me is to how I am, kinda spills out, âHey, Iâm letsnexusstuff, and Iâm kinda this awkward lass that has nothing really interesting to say, and Iâm kinda blind to the insecurities of the world around me! Nice to meet you!â
Honestly, to others I donât know, I flaunt ignorance and stupidity. A defense mechanism? Heck if I know, but I only wish that I can open my eyes and have a roast beef sandwhich... mmmmmm.
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âToo much excitement can be really bad for you, maybe.â
-Idk, anonymous
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Pizza (Rant) But it is pretty rad and What ifâs
Have you ever just sit in bed, wiggle your toes a bit, and just wonder...
âWhen will I ever have Pizza again?â
Well, for me, totally a complicated situation ya know.
IBS is no joke mates, one moment your having a grand old time, dreaming of pizza. Next moment, your on the toilet for an hour straight, praying to the Lord that youâd die a quick death. Never thought a toilet joke would find its way into this, but I never said I was a simple man.
Back to pizza for a second, gosh darn I love me some good slices, there just ainât (I know ainât ainât a word, but chill) any good pizza joints around, nothin to quell this young manâs tumbly rumbly tummy! Like, either I go to Pizza Hut, spend abnormally huge amounts of money to get that pizza I want(that ainât even that great), OR I go and spend even MORE money at a smaller yet greaser pizza. There just ainât no winnin mates.
What if: You could manifest your imagination?
Iâve always pondered this one, and itâll probably be the most reoccurring what if for me.
To give some... and I mean... SOME background.
I have... a very active and vivid imagination, one that tends to get me into trouble.
As I was studying psychology in college I found there is a Maladaptive Daydreaming, uh, thingy, I love forgetting words. Basically, in laymanâs terms, imagine someone who has schizophrenia, but is able to almost control their delusions. Thatâs me. It also doesnât help that Iâm a naturally a super sexual person either.
But, story-wise, I adore it. I create little worlds that I get to be a part of, and to be aware of! To be able to manifest it, well, most of it to others is one of my highest dreams and wants.
Take it as you will, but imagination is, I feel, one of the most important parts as us as people.
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The Something (1) (Rough Writing)
A gentle breeze, a blazing fire, and a weak young soul.
This was his beginning, born from an eternal deep nothing, he stood into our something. He was stark naked in the forest of something. The scent filled him, overwhelmed him, clouded him. He had known nothing of this world, but the faint whispers entered his ears, was it Oak? Pine? Who knew? Definitely not him, hopefully not him.
He was surprisingly fit, built to run through this something. A new sound hit him, the crunching and breaking of something, below him. Leafâs, bright and colorful, black and foreboding. What was color to him and why should he possibly care?
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NCIS the Go-To, and the Anti-Garfield
As I sit here typing this out, listening to Season 4 Ep. 6 of NCIS off my Netflix (Because, Iâm a horrible watcher, love listening). I begin to really understand- Nothing at all, honestly speaking I barely do anything, especially on Mondayâs.
God, I LOVE Mondayâs, call me the Anti-Garfield for all you oldies. Its two of my only days off throughout my busy workweek, not that I work THAT hard, but when your sick and a little emotionally exhausted its a safe bet youâll enjoy your days off too.
Back to NCIS, McGee never gets a break, even though Iâve watched this episode... More than ten times, Iâm always surprised by the little nuances of the episode. And the shock and awe of McGee and Tony when they see- Uh, how about you watch it yourself?
Itâs one of those things that once you start to enjoy it, you want to share it with others. Well, check it out on your own!
If you havenât noticed yet, my mind works on a thousand thoughts a second. Once I get one thought out, another takes its place. Mondayâs are the few days a month where I donât usually do my deep thinking, but Iâm making an exception today. Walking through Walmart, and driving in my small town will do that to you.
I forget how much people just donât care, or theyâre unaware? Who knows, I donât...
Yes, the Brady Bunch gif was needed, well, in my heart it was.
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Huh, so, this is a thing.
06/17/2019
Not sure how important dates are, as uh, itâll probably show up on here.
So, Iâve kinda just stumbled here, in my short life span Iâve never been the most.... social? I struggle with human interaction and finding a safe place for my thoughts/ideas/story stuff/etc.
Thatâs what Iâm going to make here, my safe space. I, and you, donât really know whatâll go here. If itâll be helpful, or who knows....
BUT! Thisâll be fun for me. I think.
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