Mind Nomad Writing
I am a mind nomad, wandering within the landscape of my creation.
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In the nuanced work of staff interactions, it is important to appreciate the complexity of these interactions. One should always remain mindful of the potential organizational risks associated with interpersonal interactions. To support the successful navigation of these interactions, below is a compendium of broad and specific questions that all those in staff relations roles…
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(translated from original barbaric languages and made fit for human consumption. contributors included birds of the sky, fish of the sea, beasts of the field, the ocean deep, and dark forests) Oh, great, Anthropochine, innumerable are your victories – tremendous your feats – titanic your accomplishments. You willed yourself from the waters onto bent limbs,…
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unaware and unconcerned, the tide carried me further and further, out here to the open ocean. i scan the horizon for any signs of familiarity, anything solid to keep me afloat, but i find none. this is the point at which i must adapt and press on or falter and divide. but i have never…
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diplomacy grows pale while the trumpet sounds. this is where we make our last stand. we’re taking it into our own hands. the general feasts while his company comes face to face with their disastrous end. i will drown you in the shallow well of grace. i won’t wait any longer. open wide and swallow…
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self-imposed conviction and rigid law define this existence. void of commitment, yet completely dedicated to making this warped reality into a life. unsustainable and sporadic build and destroy carve the deep valleys across my brow. hopelessness and meaningless reaction forge the needle of this compass, pioneering a future with a desperate trajectory. marching to the…
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a new morning has dawned. it came hand in hand with reform. progressing and expanding to the setting sun. refining the air we breathe. turning weeping faces into expressionless stares. at least it’s an improvement. every afternoon the old politicians are marched out back and smothered with blueprints. our once harmless habits evolved into dark…
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against the backdrop of indoctrinated reality we derive truth from the hidden corners of our private logic, sometimes known as memories. if this is a cult, then label me a zealot. if the fire needs an author, let my fingerprints spell out ‘A-R-S-O-N.’ in the search for the origin of these disasters, find my heart…
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contractors dividing real estate in the oceans. deserts housing a metropolis. oxygen takes the form of our drug. chest reduced to a cage. we save the last dance for the oil fields. i open my mouth as the crow makes his nest. scars contain prophesy for vengeance. stomach full of parasites. making me sick as…
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wasted decades. the clock ticks down to our final seconds. air raid sirens steal the place of all laughter. we are held captive within cement and glass cages. our hands were never used to shake and our eyes were only used to pass along our judgemental glances. apologizing on our own terms, amenable to a…
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here in this manufactured city we sleep safely inside the elastic walls or our suburbia. an ever-expanding kingdom produced by the assembly line. everyone here dreams of living but these dreams remain forgotten in the confines of our lonely beds. the bright sun, burning in the cloudless sky is courtesy of the weathermen hidden in…