Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense, The Shower Accident 11/14/25

Motor Reactions

“I am getting better at catching random objects in my functional environment before they fall after being knocked, but there is no cure for the witch hazel bottle squeeze-spilling out at the base of its cap where its design should have prevented, every time I tip the bottle to use it.”

Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense, The Shower Accident 11/14/25

Unreal Messages

“‘You don’t have to be strong all of the time…’

Oh, yeah?

Where’s my help?

All of the dishes get dirty by others after I’ve washed them – already hurting myself;

I’m doing cross-country terrain navigating regarding just my house even – through, around, and over hurdles with torn hips and ligaments screaming upon lifting and landing;

And no matter the efforts I put into anything, if I don’t keep up momentum, everything immediately spirals or crashes into diminished returns.

I am on my own, here – literally, IT’S ALL UP TO ME.

So kiss my a** – why don’t-cha?

Or step up and help me move this ever-sinling/capsixing ship of my life thing!”

Altered States

Missing Charger

“I packed it.

I know I packed it.

But I couldn’t find it.

And still cannot find it.

How can I not find and see something so garishly and haphazardly taped, unhelpfully stiff, and ever awkwardly priorly being dragged everywhere with me?

Granted, it has now become an electrical fire hazard waiting to happen – which is ironic that I have completely covered it in the color of bright red, yet ignore the obvious warning.

The question begs to replace it.

But I can’t afford to spend money on this.

So I’m jumping between laptop and car slow charger cords – and basically getting tangled up in slipping functioning.

Phone now low at 16 and rapidly decreasing percent.

Correction: just got the 15% battery is about to die warning.”

Altered States, Myths & Legends, Society

Eye PigMentation

There was a time when the
Color of eyes defined origins

Blue was of ocean and sky
Brown was of earthen tribes
And green were forest people

We weren’t supposed to interbreed because
Our cultures experienced life so differently

But love has ways of bridging hearts
So that colors can mix into rainbows

And deception’s jealously lacks in-sight
Therefore plucks by breaking windows

(Multiple meanungs)

A Woman's Plight, Altered States, Male Bonding

Imprint’s Admission

He’d made a mistake in keeping her guessing.

Whatever original intentions, his anonymity was allowing others to infiltrate and attempt to manipulate.

This had caused her to attach to one possibly incorrectly – and then, later to another, causing internal dichotomy.

Due to her adherence to faith and loyalty in love, this put her now on the edge of duplicity.

How had she been man-euvered into this position?

Inside, she screamed at the pain as she felt torn apart from within.

Why?

Why was she put into this position?

She struggled to rip her heart out of these embedments so that she could feel honest and free again.

What she wished most was to live honestly, to give purely, and to not contribute to deception’s sins.

Especially when it came to the heart that she had most wished to champion.

So she withdrew again, less able to trust than before – which compressed passions.

Altered States, Comedy

Hee Hee Hee!

“Reading another ‘love message,’ it definitely was not meant for me because it got two out of three aspects about me very wrong.

Though I value it, I do not cook much – and definitely bomb or ‘corrupt’ the original recipes’ intentions with some serious additional skew.

And, though I’d like my house to be clean, achieving such accomplishment lasts maybe half of a day before it again succumbs to the ravages of engulfing entropy.

Therefore, my efforts must be conserved and targeted.”