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2025-02-27 13:27:04 GMT

#GM
The day is fleeting, don't let your dreams fly away with it.
#40GMW
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2025-02-26 01:58:53 GMT

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After 5pm coffee puts me to sleep. Lol That's after an entire day of caffeine

2025-02-25 14:57:31 GMT

New Release- Episode 1: Chains of Deception
A city in flames. A betrayal she never saw coming. Shackled and accused, Rein Lancer watches as everything she fought to protect crumbles before her eyes. Is she a pawn in a grander scheme, or has she been the enemy all along?
⚖️ Betrayal. Judgment. A crumbling empire.
📺 Watch the gripping teaser below & dive into the full episode.
🔥 The truth awaits. #TheCondemned #SciFiThriller #NostrExclusive
https://video.nostr.build/aff656aa83a4970ef2e4c3934964ba95767ef357c87282c199b1cd02e449dbeb.mp4 #naddr1qv…zgk4

2025-02-22 20:27:38 GMT

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No, thank you for sharing your art with us!

2025-02-22 19:56:01 GMT

Punching Mittens
They're for their fist.
Not your face.
No one cares about your bruise.
They care about their nuckles.
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2025-02-22 19:48:16 GMT

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Fabric lines blending with the curvature of the body are alarmingly beautiful.
What talent you have!
Finish.
This, I beg of you.

2025-02-22 19:43:00 GMT

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I can hear this,
The din of voices in the market.
Haggling, cackling, huffing hopes and dreams that lie at the other end of a paycheck.
The seaguls, the boat's horn.
Wind ruffling the leafs in the trees.

2025-02-22 19:36:57 GMT

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You and your little heart are the only things that matter in your slice of life.
The whole universe is yours to live in.

2025-02-22 19:14:28 GMT

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Oof that gets anoying.

2025-02-21 12:38:12 GMT

#GM
Wake my friend, wake.
Don't let your dreams fall in your wake.
Seize the day, reverse the flow of fate.
Strain against the river and watch the wake lift you rather than drift from you.
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2025-02-21 03:34:25 GMT

#GN
Lay your head, breathe away your day.
Shallow breath.
Let down your eyes, feel the air blow as the fan blades spin.
Light, dim, though glowing showers.
From the moon reflecting in waters.
'Till tomorrow, your senses take respite.
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2025-02-20 16:40:04 GMT

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Sweet baby jesus.

2025-02-20 16:39:15 GMT

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I can imagine the crunch of the snow beneath your feet at the end of a long day of work. Looking up to the sun and knowing you did well that day.
Nothing else like that feeling.

2025-02-20 13:44:44 GMT

🌅 Good morning, fellow dreamers and storytellers.
Grandma took the kids for the week.
Wifey and I thought it would be exciting to take gummies two nights in a row....
Now I'm in that weird state where I'm not quite high, but not quite sober in my waking hours.
Should help with creativity, I suppose.
May your coffee be strong, your imagination boundless, and your words flow like the morning breeze. 🌿📖✨
What story will you life today?
#GM #WritingLife #FictionWriter #Storytellers

2025-02-20 04:08:09 GMT

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Ive only ever had luck with people who are looking for answers and are curious to begin with.
Otherwise it's like talking to a wall or to a frightened child.
People are either so uninterested in bitcoin or they're afraid anything and anyone that deals with bitcoin is a scam

2024-07-02 17:22:57 GMT

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Garden in the City- A Poem
Up high amongst the balconies of glass and steel,
brilliant pedals bask in the warm sun you feel;
the other surfaces reflect.
The stems sway with the steady wind,
sprout and spread to the old man's touch.
He's cultivated the tender soil; disciplined.
They've sprung their beauty over the monotony.
You'll be remiss to find another soul,
tending the garden so.
For this old folk,
stands on his balcony alone.
Decades past, before the towers scraped the sky,
this old man's balcony sat high over steady waters.
Back then, he and his wife sowed the seeds to these flowers.
While they smiled and laughed,
the flowers grew, but so too did the city.
Towers rose and the people shifted in the streets.
Though a child that man could not bear,
his flowers and wife were plenty.
The old man has grown old and she's since passed.
The flowers remain, steadfast.
To his dying day, he'll toil.
About the soil,
their beauty will hang from the rails.

2024-06-26 19:12:08 GMT

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I felt I could see my stomach throbbing in the shadow cast down from me by the full moon. While the rest of the city celebrated the third night of Carnivali, watching the fireworks in the sky and drinking to their hearts desire or their liver’s demise, I lay in wait on the canal docks. The boss assured me this be the best way to earn the necessary wage to feed myself and, with luck, care for my family.
Sparse had been the patron who’d sought passage along the canals since the start of Carnivali and sparser had been the wage. It was when I shut my eyes hoping sleep would abate the hunger that a coin hit my sack and the gondola shifted under their weight.
Even with the full moon I could barely make out their faces, but I knew it was a man and woman. I could tell by her perfume, she was no commoner and by his bright colored coat which shone perhaps brighter than the moon, the gentleman was high society.
“Just float us any which way,” said he.
Float I did, and soon felt the gondola rock under movements other than my own. They had stripped. Left their clothes beneath them like a mattress. The moon light glistened on her forehead and his back as he kissed her neck and thrust to the rhythm of the delicate waves lapping at the curled bow of the gondola. It was then when I noticed she was the fiance of my country’s president, so I assumed it was he. But the man was darker than my countrymen, skin like desert sand. When she turned the man over and straddled him and the moon shone on his face I finally saw and I knew then that my stomach’s howl would soon be silenced, for this man was the prince of my nation’s greatest rival. For this affair, my life would soon turn around.
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