The Sock-Monkey As Alone

I know I am mentally ill. I know there are things I can and can't do.   I am struggling and flourishing.   My coping mechanism for the crazy world we live in is to record.   Don't know why.   I am trying to not be melodramatic. But it does feel like the literal world is ending.   It's scary.   I am safe and all that just don't want to be melodramatic so am trying to be economic.   Not been leaving my home except to go to the store and get my anti-psychotic shot.   I am going to try to socialize more online in the future. tonight I only wanted to update the blog and let people know I am alive.

      Greed Hunter or, Dreaming toward the stars.  A minimalist RPG   In a never-never land of Science-Fantasy out there beyond the stars in an aether of the unreal. Are ancient kingdoms, time travel, and spaceships. Tokusatsu-inspired Superheroes fight for the galactic police. Space pirates fight for freedom. Cyber espers seek the eternal through philosophy and magic.       episode-0   Death, if you die your ghost haunts the party if in a group can do a psychic check to interact with them 1 per turn. If the whole party dies they cross over.     Stats. Stats are dice. Every stat is a minimum of a d4 and upgraded through character creation to a maximum of a d12. weapons count as separate dice and are rolled at the same time the maximum number of dice rolled per check is three.   A starting character has 4 points to invest in stats. or four dice boost (permanently raise the dice rolled.) For exam...

  the pitiful attempts (The spinning top song.) “If you are unable to find the truth right where you are, where else do you expect to find it?” ― Dogen                              Playful prelude.  Beigoma as they spin a light humming sound              Resisting in an irresistible spin                          a losing battle                           with the laws                             ...

Durga Banerjee was ready for the ritual. The ritual of balance. The single mother feared for her son Aadiv. But knowing that the time had come she had fasted in preparation. Even on the days without food, she would think of his twin. The brother she would have to make. The one she would imagine. Then this clone would be genetically modified to the family tradition. Then this clone would be given life. The protector of her son.   The morning is shown through the windows surrounded by chiseled stone walls. The stone walls are not ancient but are organized by the Brahman. Grown at the will of the living power. Ornate and sprinkled with texture. Ornate and alive with the will of design.   Lemuria is ancient. Lemuria was there before Atlantis was dreamed of. It is there at the bottom of the ocean beneath the deep and the dark. Held within by turtle shell-shaped walls holding back the Indian ocean. These walls are clear and you can see the life of the sea swimming around i...