Antithetical Yawnings

Blog Horizon As A Circumpolar One

Apologies if you’ve arrived outside this community to read the blog I’ve linked. I’m looking for a better venue to ‘be public’ for reasons I’m sure to address if I ever re-arrive, yet again…hide out?

That’s to say I’ve grown so tired of the world, I’m stuck roosting in a limitless void. Sounds oxymoronic but like an abyss. I can wade in these waters alone and splash as much as I want in an absence of what? Class? (wavelength)

Teacher is pointing swastika at the chalkboard nowadays.

I don’t even own a horse.

Where is this metaphor going but down with what? Class?

Down with (a yank). That’s write.

Yup, I said write.

It’s homophonic life that always has a way of befouling conversation understanding, or giving us another “Dad joke” and groan.

I’ll enter each arena at once at the speed of…what?

I actually don’t know…my effect on humanity other than as horror vacuii. I got stuck in a science lab as an experiment turned mutant and got locked in with a broken transmitter that seems to think it knows what it’s writing while observing the cliché.

Tortured?
No. Why would you ask?

I’m just,
A Citizen Reporter

11.26.25
If I’ve erred, I’ll be back to edit.
Now, to prepare for a reason to be thankful tomorrow?
No. What makes you ask?

I mixed up the Narrative IDs in a hat. I play both parts. Who do I get to be next time?
Projectionist

Circumpolar Star…
Sees you. Do you see me? *shines brighter*
Nope

I had to get myself tested. Mom was in denial.
Making use of neurological dysfunction with an ear for words and imaginative stories.

I just can’t write…gud.

Sorry you had to read all that, reason for hesitance.