Something Inexpressible

Something Inexpressible

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adjec­tive: inexpressible

(of a feeling) too strong to be described or conveyed in words.

Thought lives mat­ter, where my writ­ing life mat­ters just as res­olute­ly with­in the same context.
I’m here writ­ing my jour­nal to the inter­nets, chron­i­cling life and encap­su­lat­ing mus­ings, obser­va­tions, thoughts, ideas, and what have you. You might just like it, love it, hate it, and all of the above, and you might not.

Every­thing is a risk and a gam­ble, and I’ve always been a bit of a gam­bling man. The chips don’t always fall in my favor, but what fun would it be if we won every time. Could any­one but Luke Sky­walk­er have made the shot need­ed to destroy the first Death Star? No, it was at the right place, right time, and with the right person.

Thus it is with my online jour­nal-blog thing you’re present­ly find­ing your­self in. My name? Spike (online, not IRL) a hum­ble, qui­et, and mys­te­ri­ous guy from the Chi. And yeah I am a poet as well.

So what do I have to real­ly say, to con­vey, and expound on you might say. Stay tuned and find out, maybe you’ll short­ly see with your own eyes what I’m up to and why it mat­ters if at all.

au voir I wish you good day and good health my friend, who­ev­er, wher­ev­er you might be, and wher­ev­er you find yourself.

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This is simply my bright white mindspace online, written in a way that's easily digestible. Let's face it people have short attention spans these days, I get it.


you've been on a personal blog before I'm sure, nothing new there.

This one is a personal journal of reflection, musings, thoughts, memories, me waxing nostalgia and loving it. Guilt-free, shameless, perhaps a bit peculiar and overly wordy. Can't help that I'm a writer, I'm a wordy being by default.

Why would you/should you deign to expend any sort of quality time reading me? That's a question better left unanswered. I honestly couldn't give you any sort of mansplation. Maybe you're bored, or want to join my secret club, or subscribe to my info types. This is far more edifying for my own betterment than it is for your self-amusement, really.

as I'd already started, or tried to communicate to you this is a personal journal, with feelings & emotions sometimes (lol). Or me talking about the fun stupid shit you could hardly care about. One can only be so deep before the expiration date expires.

Whatever the reason I'm sure you'll discover it, eventually, and I hope that I've succeeded in earning your interest.

Author: Spike

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The author, spike is a half-Korean/white city boy from the north side of Chicago.

For all intents and purposes, you can refer to me as spike (online at least). Unlike Zuckerberg who thought it was a good idea, we all utilize real names in an ever-increasingly dangerous web, on an overpopulated platform that's slated to becoming the next new Myspace I disagree with such sentiments.

I'm originally from Chicago and moved to the sunny piedmont state of North Carolina in September of 2019, well before the year Covid-19 swept across the world. I'm a creative being, multi-talented and just a chillaxed city cat who isn't easily bothered by things, by life online or off. I neither think too highly of myself nor diminish myself much either. Some would say I'm a trip, others might say I'm mysterious and some obnoxious, and unintentionally hilarious/amusing/entertaining.

Whatever the case might be, I'm simply here expressing myself because I can, felt inclined to and well, when you're an exceptional professional you just don't stop.