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As everybody around the entire planet pretty much knows right now, the world is in full lockdown mode, and struggling with it. People were going a bit stir crazy as can be expected even after the first month. Before the onset of COVID-19 peeps were already social distancing online. They were already estranged recluses who could hardly tear themselves away from their tablets and smart devices. Now told that they suddenly can’t come out to […]
Last year I departed the windy city on a early friday morning (Aug 31), approximately 6ish AM. My next stop would be: Carrboro, North Carolina. Time to destination in total: 12 hours. With 2 nights off the road, not so bad. The last few minutes I spent I had to help carry my own bed, which I’d bequeathed to my upstairs neighbor on the 3rd floor of Ridgeway apartments. Nice black woman named ‘Paris’ (lol) […]
“You’re beautiful, but you’re empty…One couldn’t die for you. Of course, an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than all of you together, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under glass, since she’s the one I sheltered behind the screen. Since she’s the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except the two or three […]
Starts from some other beginnings end…yeah. Here I am, once more to bring a little clarion of light on my writing life, and my thought life since they are both entwined in a double helix of fun and funk. This here was a not so secret bastion of my life, my works, and my everything and my sweet nothing. I suppose I ought to try and convince you as to why you should really follow […]
This is 60% personal journal. This needs to be said because people can't read beyond a shadow of a doubt, or the enth graf I wrote. Personal journal: before it was simply business, but this is personal. This is me, my life and opinions, thoughts, words, pertaining to my personal life.
40% personal blog: thingies I find interesting, or boring, or bit of both.
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The author
I go by spike (online, not IRL).
I'm a very private gentleman, an enhanced human and an urbanite poet hailing from Chicago, now presiding in North Carolina. Just a chillaxed city cat from the north side with a penchant for words, imagery, and a great many things.
Inexpressible is my bright white mindspace on the web. On anti-social media I'm an invisible entity, someone hiding in the shadows and social distancing. Here, I get to be my usual obnoxious self, prattling about the substantive things that pique my interest.
From secret missions and adventure to covert operations, investigations into the unknown, employing my vast array of theatricality, super spy skills, computer hacking, espionage to infiltrating secret societies and disrupting evil plans. I do enjoy retro tech lots, and you'll find me belaboring about this topic quite often.
Thanks for dropping in and checking me out. If you wish to know more, read my origin story.
