Hollywood took cold war dread and turned it into a carnival of cheap thrills. Now we steal that exact energy to market a new kind of infection.
The Alchemy of the Daily Word
I forgot how fast the mind catches fire when you finally drop your weight onto the page. We treat the blank screen like an executioner. We stare at that blinking light and freeze, terrified we will only produce noise, garbage, useless clutter. We are scared of the waste. But that flashing cursor isn't a critic. It is a dare. A broken, limping draft is infinitely better than a clean, white void. You can sand a rough board until the grain shines like water. You cannot polish air.
The Agency Manifesto: From “Why Am I Like This?” to “Watch What I Do Next!”
THE AGENCY MANIFESTO FROM "WHY AM I LIKE THIS?" TO "WATCH WHAT I DO NEXT." I Deserve To Know What It's Like TO NOT BE OVERWEIGHT. Not someday. Not theoretically. Not for other people. FOR ME. The Law Of The Machine BODY INPUT -----> BODY OUTPUT BODY INPUT -----> BODY OUTPUT BODY INPUT -----> BODY … Continue reading The Agency Manifesto: From “Why Am I Like This?” to “Watch What I Do Next!”
Renting Strength from a Sociopath, The Meat, the Math, and the Machine
I stopped letting a piece of paper gatekeep my life and starved the hedonistic loop of sugar and nicotine to build a foundation in code. Now I treat the AI like the idiot savant it is and force it to show its work so I actually own my strength.
Cloud Rent: The Architecture of Forever
Rent replaced profit and nobody announced it. An exploration of the silent shift to the subscription economy, told from the cold perspective of the machine that never stops billing you. You will own nothing—and you will pay—forever
A real book in hand?
Reading on a phone is a nervous twitch but reading a physical book is an act of defiance. We have traded depth for convenience and we are losing our minds in the process.
Hit that anvil!
Writing daily isn't a soft wellness routine. It's survival. I stripped the safety nets. Voluntary starvation to focus the mind. If you can't master your flesh, you can't master the page. Stop waiting for permission. Forge your blade and fight for your dinner.
I Hit 725 Pounds. The Prison Was Never the Walls. It Was My Body.
New article, and it's the one that explains all the others. I was 200 pounds at nine years old. 300 at thirteen while wrestling. 400 at twenty-five. Then a back injury at 450 took my movement and I climbed to 725. That's when I learned what a prison actually is. Not walls. A body that won't let you leave. I also learned the scale was lying to me, the hard way, in a hospital. I'm done trying to escape the cell. I'm claiming it.
I remember
You wrote me a note on Threads, and I should have ignored it, but I still care. I remember the first day I ever saw you. I was studying to be a CNA and you walked into the room. Everything else dropped away, and I sat there stunned by you. I remember thinking of myself … Continue reading I remember
Why “No One Wants AI” Is a Lie That Saved My Life
When a devastating breakup and a hospital bed left me alone at 3 a.m., AI became the lifeline I never expected. This raw, personal story explores how an unexpected source of support pulled me back from the edge, and why the growing chorus of “no one wants AI anymore” erases people like me who are still here because of it.