Tag: blog
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On my creative process…
I think of creativity as a tree that branches into every interaction, every occurrence and point of fascination. Whatever happens in my daily life…I assume that’s a building block for my creative efforts. It might not be relevant all at once, or maybe not even for a span of years, but if it sticks in…
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The Ring
The ring wasn’t about faith. It was about power. Jurors wore it as a signal that the hierarchy protected them — and most people knew better than to challenge it. When Benson offered the ring for Atriya to kiss, he didn’t hesitate. He said no.
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Respect Is Not Reverence
Benson wanted reverence for the Judge. Atriya had seen what “reverence” looked like when it was forced on people who didn’t belong. Broken teeth. Whispered threats. Untouchable power. So when the knife with the Judge’s emblem hit the ground, Atriya didn’t hesitate. He kicked it into the gutter.
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A zany and profane ad for a survey on my website (yep, that’s what AI thinks I look like)
Hey you, I would like to put my giant weiner away, wind it around my thigh, tuck it into my sock and ask you some questions. Please help me so I can get back to myhotmom dot com and get motivated to get back to writing. https://form.typeform.com/to/QYCbTtI8?utm_source=xxxxx#first_name=xxxxx
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Why Operators Wear the Rig
The Crusader linkup was designed to inspire fear. A black spinal rig worn by elite operators — a symbol civilians immediately recognized. Atriya understood the appeal. He just wasn’t sure it represented the kind of warrior he wanted to become.
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Musings
As I get older, I’ve experienced multiple instances of good turning bad, and bad turning good. It’s encouraged me to tone down the judgment and reactive negativity. On a related note, I’ve come to believe that true abundance isn’t defined by time or material, but from possibility itself. Who knows what opportunities we’ll be able…
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The Spine of a Shooter
The Neural Linkup Enhancement was never meant to look human. But it did. Segmented black vertebrae.Artificial nerves.Needle-thin tines that buried themselves into the shooter’s back. The Department called it optimization. Most operators wore their rigs constantly.Sleeping. Walking. Drinking in the quiet awe of civilians. Atriya kept his in a cabinet. Because the question wasn’t whether…
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On my creative process…
Ever since I saw the first Matrix, I became a believer in what I call an “escalation of action.” When I first saw Neo in the dojo scene, I was like “Holy shit!” Then, when I saw him in the lobby shootout, I was like, “HOLY SHIT!” As he faced off one on one against…
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The Knowledge Beneath Violence
Atriya had mastered weapons. Distance.Suppression.Termination. But with Verus,there were no weapons. Only hands.Only breath.Only the space between two bodies. He couldn’t articulate why it mattered. Only that somewhere in the exchange,something inside him was being revealed. The war is external. The evolution is not.
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The Quiet Between Movements
Verus fought without spectacle. No wasted motion.No ego. Just presence. Atriya liked that she never adjusted herself to fit his perception.She simply was. And when they trained hand-to-hand,he felt something unfamiliar. Not adrenaline.Not aggression. Alignment. As if his body was rememberingsomething his mind hadn’t learned yet. War was shaping him. This was refining him.
Kent Wayne 