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Half Coffee & Half Cream

My head hurts enough that my vision is a little blurry on the sides. I reach for my water but the bottle tipped over in the night, seeping into every page of Condensed Chaos and dripping over the nightstand into the gap between. I was going to sleep in a bit longer, but fear of permanent water damage to the trailer is a more than sufficient alarm clock. I pull myself out of bed and peel items away, moving them to places that will allow them to dry. The book is then splayed open before the space heater, cover and pages curling toward a new permanent shape.

I shove a towel into the nooks in an attempt to soak up most of the spill. A small fan is easy to find in a cupboard, luckily, and I prop it at an angle to blow the moist hell out of the corner. I pull over the de-humidifier and place another damp rid container down on the floor. Fingers are crossed for it to dry some through the windy rain drenching this lovely little oak grove in Oregon.

Now for the headache. I pull on underwear and sweats I wore yesterday, and slide my feet into cold slippers. The fire from the burner beneath my teapot warms my hands and the main room, but I’m still cold. I pop a couple extra strength(tm) pills and refill my water bottle. I stir in an instant coffee pack and think of my dear friend who gifted them to me. I come up with a just shy of funny half&half joke as I pour more than I really need into the cup. I locate my phone and tweet it anyway.

The day literally looks cold and I feel the wind shaking the trailer a bit…I gladly recall I don’t have anywhere to be today. The sun is starting to come out through the early morning clouds and fog, glinting and gleaming off the neighboring trailers. I check on my book and adjust it’s position so more of it can get dry. I wonder if any my notes were washed away. I glance over at my computer and figure that since I’m up, I might as well write some shit down.

dreams: assassin

From 23-Aug: Was present with a couple of femme folx (partners or friends, unsure which. One of the femmes was an older person with some issue getting around easily) and realized something was wrong. We assessed the area and noted that the wide open windows, collapsing front door, and general open floor plan was very weak security-wise. In the process of trying to make it more defensible, we spotted…

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Introducing Lucenti for Listening! Episode 1: Community

We made a podcast! Find the transcript of our conversation here. In this episode, we discussed who we are, mutual aid, communities of our past (quasi-monastic, y’all), their evolution, building community for the sake of community, medicating and self-medicating, survival/homesteading skills, cynicism, crafting change in our world, connecting/socializing while sober, disconnecting from ego. So..just a few things! Footnotes: – What is informed consent? – More on Mutual Aid Societies. Also some…

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Peach Scones

All extremes of feeling are allied with madness. ― Virginia Woolf, Orlando Have you ever gone crazy for another person? Not head-over-heels smitten twitterpated starstruck young love. No, something… deranged. A passion so strong you’d kill your lover before kissing them. Consumed with mind and heart and soul, no thoughts for anyone else, or anything else. Always imagining being next to them, looking at them, smelling them, listening to…

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Lucenti Humanifesto

We were raised to believe witchcraft was not only real but also part of a deliberate effort by the devil to lead us astray. Our parents claimed that Jay’s Journal — which told of one Utah teenager’s descent into “satanic paganism” — was an actual autobiography. Most of us were encouraged to read it as a manual for how to avoid the devil’s snare. Some of us saw through…

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