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Change of pace.
I’ve been repairing and collecting consoles, controllers, accessories and games this last month. Perhaps something of a midlife crisis, but it’s been fruitful. Any boxed item in this picture is actually in the box, with everything included (even the paperwork). The Action Set and the Super Nintendo are both in near mint condition regarding the actual hardware, though the cardboard has aged in the way that most does. Since coming into my care and being worked on, this photo was the first time they’ve been out of their climate controlled, sealed containers. Something inside me really disliked setting it all out on the carpet, regardless of having vacuumed and dusted. I’ve still got to clean the shells of a couple systems, so I suppose I’m off to do that. Luckily all the soldering is out of the way for now. I hope everyone else’s month has been as productive, even if the world is set against you.
Warm Regards,
J.C.L
One Way Commodity
Though I’m here in spirit, my body has decayed
Consumed by my indifference toward my squalid state
Every joint aches, pains so damned persistent
Been so long since I tried
I no longer know my limits
Time is finite
Relativity can attest
It only slips away
Yes, time is only spent
Unlike the serpent, Money
You can earn that back
But it isn’t worth your time
Nothing is, at that
Perhaps I’m coming into focus?
I’ve never felt so clear, though lacking any purpose
The Rough
I never sit down with a plan
I simply shake my head
Whatsoever issues forth, sent to page from pen
Pensive thoughts aren’t worth a lot
I like mine unrefined
The beauty of a diamond before it’s cut to size
Moments fly by me en masse
No time to overthink them, for others will slip past
I spend my time in the rough, surrounded by raw beauty
The jeweler wastes their time, ever faceting and smoothing
The Big One
I’ve been sitting on a little gem for years now and I think it’s time to pursue it. If I can get enough traction with this article, I’ll become somewhat of a household name. Not exactly the kind of author I hoped to become, but it’s a once in a lifetime chance at something truly notable. Everyone wants to leave their mark, right? Give me a couple months. If all goes well, you’ll hear about it.
Solid Ground
Sometimes my lack of will betrays what I have done
Is my strength so spent that I struggle to move on?
Long battles leave me feeling tired
In this weathered state, I feel so trapped
I feel so mired
I try hard to take a step
I continue to sink deeper
It feels tight up to my chest
Each breath becomes a strain
I want to know the freedom of solid ground again
Run On
A sudden, bitter feeling pulls me back from edge of sleep
A feeling of wasted time and a life incomplete
Competing with the sweetness of this new found, missing piece
Confliction of emotions were never strong as these
Leading me down many a strange path
I hope that old taste fades and only sweetness everlasts
The Waiting Game
Well, I submitted my first pitch to Cracked. Sticking to the traditional list format and decided to start with “6 Children’s Activities That Teach Survival Skills”. I’ve got a few more that I’m flushing out, so I’m not worried if this one doesn’t make the cut.
New Ventures
I’ve decided to fulfill a dream of mine. I’ll be submitting my first article to Cracked soon and I have high hopes. Wish me luck
No Teeth
I feel I’m running circles
Tracking my own steps
Writing of the same old things until there’s nothing left
No fresh ideas, no muses
Like a wolf that lost its teeth
I no longer have the tools to live
Don’t have the tools to eat
Nothing seems to go my way
It’s not for lack of effort
I just end up far astray
All the same wrong turns
I always feel so far behind where I was at first
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