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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 didn’t know what he stumbled onto.

In the silence of the room, the something conjured something... new, “What?” 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t nothing, but he wasn’t 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 don’t 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, here’s a butt naked ‘letsnexusstuff’ running through the school, hiding like a ninja (I know, ridiculous right?).

Well, THIS DREAM, was so similar to that. Except, I’m 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, I’m feelin it tonight.

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Find Your Support

If you could kinda feel what I was tossing, when I say this usually it’s more of a “Do you kinda see the point”, I’m 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 that’ll challenge you.

“As Iron Sharpens Iron, is a friend that sharpens another friend.” A Proverb that is often lost in translation, but it’s so important. Guys, Gals, roomies, buddies, pals, etc. Don’t let your giftings die, you were given it, and sharpened it, don’t let it get dull folks, you’re all important.

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Friend-Blues

It’s kinda sad when your ex-girlfriend is your best friend, punchline? None really. It’s 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, we’re both highly narcissistic to one another. I’m a full-blown jealous nutbag who can’t help but be a douche when the opportunity arises, and she... well, gaslighting was a huge part of who she was/is.

I’ve had to eat my own desserts, every single time, but well, let's just say there are no cross-apologies. 

Heck, it makes me feel tons better typing and talking about this, not that really anyone around me would care to hear it. I can’t reconcile some of these scars, they’ve healed and scarred and junk.

Back to my friend, to her, I’m 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 don’t feel the same. Our conversations she’d 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: I’m 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... Isn’t 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 I’m nothing more than a face to talk to, but in public, she’ll hit me and tell me to hide from people. It’s BS, and it fires me up, unfortunately.

I’ve 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. There’s not a day where I don’t think about it, what if I get in a relationship where I’m sure I’ll marry that person, and not be in the relationship just to satisfy their thoughts.

Pity relationships shouldn’t 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. 

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, women’s 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 eye’s closed kinda guy

Never realized how relatable this Tumblr’s profile picture of me is to how I am, kinda spills out, “Hey, I’m letsnexusstuff, and I’m kinda this awkward lass that has nothing really interesting to say, and I’m kinda blind to the insecurities of the world around me! Nice to meet you!”

Honestly, to others I don’t 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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“Too much excitement can be really bad for you, maybe.”

-Idk, anonymous

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Pizza (Rant) But it is pretty rad and What if’s

Have you ever just sit in bed, wiggle your toes a bit, and just wonder...

“When will I ever have Pizza again?”

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 you’d 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 ain’t (I know ain’t ain’t a word, but chill) any good pizza joints around, nothin to quell this young man’s tumbly rumbly tummy! Like, either I go to Pizza Hut, spend abnormally huge amounts of money to get that pizza I want(that ain’t even that great), OR I go and spend even MORE money at a smaller yet greaser pizza. There just ain’t no winnin mates.

What if: You could manifest your imagination?

I’ve always pondered this one, and it’ll 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 layman’s terms, imagine someone who has schizophrenia, but is able to almost control their delusions. That’s me. It also doesn’t help that I’m 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. Leaf’s, 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, I’m a horrible watcher, love listening). I begin to really understand- Nothing at all, honestly speaking I barely do anything, especially on Monday’s.

God, I LOVE Monday’s, 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 you’ll enjoy your days off too.

Back to NCIS, McGee never gets a break, even though I’ve watched this episode... More than ten times, I’m 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?

It’s 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 haven’t noticed yet, my mind works on a thousand thoughts a second. Once I get one thought out, another takes its place. Monday’s are the few days a month where I don’t usually do my deep thinking, but I’m making an exception today. Walking through Walmart, and driving in my small town will do that to you.

I forget how much people just don’t care, or they’re unaware? Who knows, I don’t...

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, it’ll probably show up on here.

So, I’ve kinda just stumbled here, in my short life span I’ve never been the most.... social? I struggle with human interaction and finding a safe place for my thoughts/ideas/story stuff/etc.

That’s what I’m going to make here, my safe space. I, and you, don’t really know what’ll go here. If it’ll be helpful, or who knows....

BUT! This’ll be fun for me. I think.