Be The Change You Want To See In The World

Am I destined to be a blog-writing blob of meat with a brain forever? Or will I someday be more than that ~ for, as many of you know, my dream is to get a robotic arm, and be able to communicate with robots how they communicate with each other. Dream big, ladies and gentlemen.


This marks the beginning of something new for me. This marks the beginning of my newest and latest format. A daily fucking blog! About me ~ for the love of all things holy ~ All I know how to do is talk about myself, and so now I will do it flexing and without bars or holds. I will give you my all. We are in this together. Let’s fucking dance.


The time is 02:49 in the morning and I am not completely tired, but damn if I ain’t 8/10ths of the way there! And I’m eating unsalted peanuts. Yum.


Tonight was a fucking lit ass night! I went to the Kava Culture in Fort Myers Beach, and it was…


and then I fell asleep. The time is now 09:56 in the morning, and I am writing to you from my Dad’s garage. I will soon be leaving this location. I’m moving into Zac’s house. Praise 42! It’s gonna be a helluva time at Zac’s house.


Currently I am listening to Appletree by Erykah Badu. It’s a lit ass song, but I think I might have to turn the music off in order to write. Last night I decided I need to start taking my writing more serious. Seriously! I proved to myself last year that I can maintain a long-term schedule of writing, but I decided to stop because, well, I just wasn’t enjoying it after awhile. I wrote what I wrote, and it was a beautiful thing. As of today I’ve taken…46 full day’s off from posting a daily blog. I stopped writing daily on ASMR.Community November 30th 2020, and then I wrote daily upon until January 2nd.


The time is now 10:32. I just took a little break, and smoked too much weed and rapped a little bit. I’ve got my problems I carry with me, but I’ve got my solutions too. B.O.B. fills the air. It’s a good morning.


So as I was saying earlier, last night was lit as fuck! It was my first time at the Kava Culture in Fort Myers Beach. I’ve known the defacto manager there for a long time, but as I said, last night was my first night in the building, and the way my brain works ~ I didn’t really put it together until I got there. Jules! Okay, okay. Him and I go way back. He’s one of the first people I met at the company ~ I just happened to be sitting at Downtown Kava one day, and we got to talking about writing, and he told me that he is a poet, and then he told me he was reading Rabindranath Tagore. Well I’ll be damned ~ I thought. “Bro, I was at his birth home. I walked around barefoot for like two hours.”


That would conclude the only time I got to share that experience with another homosapien. The only other time I’ve come across the name Tagore was at a book shop in Chiang Mai, Thailand. A first edition copy of his work was for sale, but I didn’t buy it because I wasn’t sure I would be able to keep it intact all the way back to the states.


The time is now 13:25. I took a small nap, during which time I let my music keep playing in the garage, so if you’re my neighbor, you probably didn’t even notice about the nap! Still tho, I caught some zeds. It’s been an unproductive morning, basically, but you know what? I learned so much about myself in the last two weeks ~ while hanging out with the two main members of San Carlos Park, Zaxaphone and Shamus. Those are their stage names but you might hear them called many things as this blog moves forward. My name is Spark Twain. I’ve been at this writing thing for a while, but after I got home last night ~ after I got home from Fort Myers Beach ~ it just hit me. WTF am I doing? Am I writing? Or not?!? And the answer struck me clear as day: no; and so I decided that it was time to take the leap of faith. I wrote for something like 285+ days in a row last year, from April 1st until January 2nd, and it was really amazing for me as a writer to be able to accomplish that. And you know what? I really thought I was going to find a way get paid for doing it haha, but that’s never as easy as you want it to be! So! Here I am again, jumping back into things, again with no solid plan about how to get paid for my writing, but damn if I don’t just love to do it, and so I fucking must!


Do it. I must do it. I must write. The time is 13:32 and I am writing to you from my Dad’s Garage. It’s a hot day in Florida. Sooner or later I’ll head to the Kava Culture Kava Bar in Downtown Fort Myers. Thursday’s are extra chill down there. If I had a car, I might be hosting my own show tonight. Alas, not having a car really holds me back. When I came to Florida, I thought I knew a lot of stuff about life. Boy oh boy, was I wrong. I know a lot of stuff about a lot of things, life included, but somehow I did not manage to prosper off what I came to Florida with. Looking back at everything, there were multiple paths that are now ~ so obvious.


All that glitters is not gold! There is also Platinum, Palladium, and Silver. These glittery metal’s oft get overlooked. Not by me; I’m pretty sure you can wear palladium…I’ve never checked, I guess. There are multiple reasons why you might not want certain metals touching your skin, however.


Am I rambling? Ahh, it feels so good! There’s a lot of songs about rambling, and I love them all.


OH MY GODESS SAUCE! The time is already 15:24, and you know what I want to do? I want to publish this at 16:20. How am I ever going to do that if I don’t hurry up? No joke, the time is now 15:47 haha. I get so distracted. But forreal! I have a confession to make. I LOVE TO WRITE. It’s so like, my thing ~ or whatever. Let’s see how many days in a row I can publish. I have a love of a lot of things to talk about and I’d like to share that with you. I’ll be at Kava Culture in DTFM tonight. There’s a schedule right here, of a lot of the events in the local area. You should check it out! But also, now I’ll be here everyday telling you where I’m at, so you should really just come check this blog out. C U Sewn.


x. Spark Twain