shane

ok
this is a thing i did
with paints on a canvas panel

yes, i admit "your five-year-old could have done it" :)

but hell
i had fun, and it pleases my eyes

see, i can't draw
or i'm too lazy / time-poor to learn
(and practice, practice, practice)
but i can make a mess that gives me joy

so
yeah...

there are many, many more
not all like this
i'm new to this so i'm like a kid in a sweet shop, trying this and that to see what i like :)

how many times have you died?

that which blooms decays
from fall to revelation:
poems in the fire

#haiku #dailyhaikuprompt 'red leaves'

ok look
maybe there is a drama-queen aspect to my character

you know the type:
the solitary one, his mode an evolution of the games of childhood adapted as single player campaigns

so forgive me if i sometimes fizz with incongruous introvert firework flights of fancy

but i _have_ died in this lifetime, several times

i don't have any other frame of reference for an experience of annihilation followed by an experience of rebirth 🤷

i hope i am interpreting and not corrupting the tag #aughost (there's a thin line between the two, right?) but this is a photo from the bardo (see? drama queen 🤣), august 2025, "shopping while dead"

in "i don't wish anyone dead but there are some obituaries i look forward to reading" news, Ratko Mladic is dead 🎉

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2026/aug/27/ratko-mladic-the-butcher-of-bosnia-dies-aged-84

Bobby Sands died in a British jail built on stolen land / occupied territory 45 years ago today, aged 27, after 66 days on hunger strike.

Revolutionary, guerilla, poet, songwriter, POW...and, until the Brits changed the rules as a result, elected MP.

His courage and his example will never be forgotten.

“They have nothing in their whole imperial arsenal that can break the spirit of one Irishman who doesn’t want to be broken”

Tiocfaidh ár lá.

https://www.bobbysandstrust.com/

i have no idea where the lens is focusing here. this is my workphone, a galaxy a56, using the stock camera app in portrait mode; there seems to be no coherent pattern to the sharpness / softness?

hawthorn flowers
my mother's best friend always insisted these were a harbinger of depression; maybe May was a month loaded with unconscious traumas for her, idk.

Alt text is, once again, Lumo AI, asked specifically to describe the flowers for VIPs.

ok, yes, i overdid the edits
(a recurring weakness)
but i think the scene deserves the love :)

it pleases my brain

imagine
Elvis Presley was born in 1960
coming into his musical epiphany phase during the heyday of punk rock

i'm like a haunted compass
pointing in every direction today
spinning and spinning
dizzy and dis-(everything)

["every direction" is the same as "no direction"]

catfish search on linux is so good

https://docs.xfce.org/apps/catfish/start?ref=itsfoss.com#latest_release