Ecoheretic

  • Actions

    Actions

    Some people

    Do not understand, that an

    Action

    Is more important than a word

    ………

    Or

    An excuse

    Days later

  • Jamaica Random photos

    Jamaica Random photos

    Breakfast Bird of paradise. They like bacon
    It feels so wrong, but yet so right
    Yup, still thumbs
    Jamaican Sparrow
    Last red stripe before flight 2039 to phili
  • Torn apart

    Torn apart

    Full body pulled, cbd plus

    Tight, very tight, every part

    Pieces put back together

    Hot stones or is it stoned?

  • Now

    Now

    Burnt roofs, trash, KFC
    Kudzu, goats, topical fruit
    Massive Color, cast into my inner eye
    Yet, algae, sponge, frigits, black rat cat


    Palm, ocean and meat pies
    Poor, third world; green coconut water
    Minah or Jamaican sparrow
    Jerk……..
    First, naked soft, bacon, booze
    Nation rich in culture
    Rich sun survival
    Damn the humidity
    Apathy

  • Last Song Sung

    Last Song Sung

    When every song has has been sang, when all rhythm becomes one,
    when the melodies have gone flat,
    Each and every cord has been played and the strings have all been strung
    When all configurations of all music depleted
    the choir’s harmony lost
    When all the bright golden angels of our nature have rusted and dimmed
    And all and every demon bled thin
    When all the lyrics have been written and every word sang
    When all of the combinations of music
    of all the world’s, of all of the people,
    of all the universes, of every string, of all reality,
    of all time
    Have been strummed

    The metronome will stop
    when the last song
    Is finally sung

    It’s the time, when all things, and all time, all of everything everywhere it’s the end of all things, it has finally come

    ©️ Jacob Pickard.2026.

  • The Mortal Burden – Part I: Specicide Blues

    The Mortal Burden – Part I: Specicide Blues

    The Mortal Burden
    Book I
    Chapter I

    I decided to serialize my novel. Chapters are just two big for this media type.


    The Colossus – Goya

    The Mortal Burden Part I: Specicide Blues

  • Hashtag Probed – Ch. 11

    Donna limped along in the dark forest, swearing with each step. Her knee was swollen and bloody and her face and arms stung where she’d been scratched by random branches during her tumble. Night had fallen as she walked and she’d spent the time trying to piece together the bits of information Darren had given […]

    Hashtag Probed – Ch. 11

      This is a good serial to read. I reccomemd it. Panties, Tendrils, will Donna live? Will pound town be found?

  • Counter Sub Culture Outsider

    Crass

    I create. I desecrate. I am the one. I equal none.

    My presence is a curse, to those at this place.

    Irreverent to the scene, a perversely orchestrated machine. Am I selfish when I ask how others view me, or is it a violation to judge others on how they view themselves.

    Counter Culture
    Sub Culture
    Pop Culture

    To tactfully dislike this illusion of community; I create myself, distance myself, sick of this illusion based on over self-indulged rightousness.

    How they judge themselves more pure than the rest of society, an illusion created by the

    imaginary dissection of a cog

    forever perpetuating the movement

    of the American capitalist Machine


      ©️ Jacob Pickard. 2026. Written ~mid 1990’s about the MKE/Madison, WI, punk scenes.

  • Wall of Terror

    Wall of Terror


    Sleep Paralysis

    Had lots of it in my 20s and 30s..I still have them, but they are not as acute as when I used to sleep on my back. I’m conscious, while my brain locks down my physical reactions so I can not move. The opposite of night terrors & Sleep walking.


    A wall of fear has kept me from the abyss of eternal sleep.


    This wall feeds upon my soul; it hungers for my nightmares, a half-delusional matrix caught betwixt consciousness and the domain of vivid alien visions.


    Somewhere in this realm lurks a terrible shadow of my reality. A grotesque mocking of the material plane. It teases and prods me, offering unknown vistas of experience and mind. A quest through the immense expanse of the universe, beyond the normal view of existence, to places where only the mind can enter.


    The shadow mocks me with these alien expanses of thought and space; it forces me back with a wall of my own fears. This fear, my loathing, and the inability to take that final step, cross that narrow line that will force me over sanity’s edge—an edge I know I can never come back from.


    Yet, I crave the genius of insanity, that foresight of the unkown senses, reaching farther beyond the greatest minds, to have insight into the depth of the soul, to know the mad creator of the universe, to be one with omnipotent existence!

    ©️ Jacob Pickard 2026.

  • Well of Souls

    Well of Souls

    Precognition
    Active since childhood
    Rare now but more vivid and I remember more had this vivid  dream in mid ~2004


    Tsunami Wave hitting on the ocean archetype/city with cloned humans from mainland.


    Dead people’s bodies together touching trapped in a purgatory (French women and family, Americans, Asian, etc….) Same dream, etc… Can not get out.


    People who die and face death again are freed.
    People who will not accept keep on being trapped.


    People who figure out their situation are even more screwed because they will not accept anything as real. Although they soon are able to figure out differences between real and fake situations.


    These people are helped by aliens/angels, etc… as guides to try to help them out of the situation?


    French woman’s husband (with another soul) brought back (he was human) to their house on the shore high atop a cliff. The human who could not accept his death/fate was alive (for real) this time, but the caveat.


    Wife and children still dead, other dead people can now come back and haunt the man who came alive again and his living life is now part of their purgatory life.


    You can not escape death, death follows you?


    ©️ Jacob Pickard. 2025. Written ~ 2004.

  • Terror Soul

    Night Terrors
    I’ve had since I could walk, this is an experience from my mid-20s. They’re still active, but now very rare.


    I screamed in terror, walking in fear, but yet sound asleep. Something was inside my unconscious mind, in control; it awakens when I fall asleep. My soul in terror.

    A terror so deep within me, it will only come out when my conscious mind is off. When I would awaken, I had no knowledge of what I had done—except for one instance. I had all but forgotten, and now that I have sulked on the meaning for ages, it may be connected with my feverish delirium of a dying race.

    They call those experiences of sleepwalking, unconscious fears: night terrors. In one of them now, I can remember quite clearly that I was walking outside the house. For some reason, I can’t recall if I was going through the terror, or over it, but I was outside. This is the only time that I can remember this happening throughout my childhood, but why was I outside? My feet were wet, grass and mud on them when I woke up.

    This question I can never seem to answer. Why did I go outside? Why do I think it’s connected with my delirium oblivion vision? I have no answers.


    ©️ Jacob Pickard.2026.

  • Oblivion

    Precognition? Age 6 or 7
    This was a real dream I had


    They’re dying. The entire race is dying. He cried to himself in his feverish delirium, as if something was yet to happen or a fading memory of what had happened. An event was transposed into his heightened awareness. An awareness only brought on by the sickness of fever that could weaken his mortal psychological defenses to the quantum network of eternal consciousness.


    A blurry image of a planet populated by a race of beings facing utter oblivion screaming out into the void of space and time for help. For someone to hear them, or a god to save them. No one was listening. The universe didn’t care. The boy’s hands are clasped into a prayer, the sides of his forehead; sweat glistening on his face dripping from his scalp. Kneeling by his bed in anguish; a sorrow projected from within but also from an external source.


    The boy had a vision in his delirium that was vivid, almost fully manifested as the race was extinguished. It was a race that was facing obliteration, some unlucky species set adrift in the tides of space-time.


    I am at the point now where I am losing my sight and my vision, but I am gaining something else in its place, because you should come to understand that I was that little boy in the delirium of fever, who foresaw a demise of a species and felt their pain, their last death cry if only to be remembered once.

    Is their legacy only remembered through me; did I hear their cry in the vastness of infinity, in an uncaring universe devoid of empathy?


                                   ©️ Jacob Pickard.2026.

  • C’mon Canada! The band Creed was bad enough;  Minnesota with the assist, remember it’s the state that has the Vikings.

    C’mon Canada! The band Creed was bad enough;  Minnesota with the assist, remember it’s the state that has the Vikings.

    The wildfire 🔥 smoke has reached Milwaukee. The air smells of old crusty campfire and the skies hazy, with particles. Hazardous to those with allergies, and to the people just learning they have allergies, or chronic diseases such as heart disease and asthma, all of which can cause pulmonary blockage.

    9am in the alley
    10am work New Berlin
    10am sun at work in the ex-burb New Berlin, WI
    Work 10am haze in the woods New Berlin

    Air pollution contributes to deaths at about ~7 million worldwide a year.


    “Wisconsin has seen blazing heat in recent days with an extreme heat warning or heat advisory in effect across the state Wednesday. The National Weather Service offices in Duluth and Milwaukee/Sullivan said temperatures will feel close to 100 degrees or more.”

    Minnesota and Canadian Wildfires Bring Hazardous Pollution to Wisconsin


    A not so fun fact, but in the Bush 2 administration they made the decsion to change “Global warming” to “Climate Change” which does not sound as scary. Guess that psyop worked very well, because climate change and the science around it is much more difficult to explain and message, whereas “Global Warming” is easy and direct, you understand what’s happening with two words.

    Let’s go back to calling what’s happening “Global Warming”, the science had been clear since the late 70’s regarding the loading of C02 and other heating gasses into the atmosphere and what it is doing on a global scale. In system dynamics, the heat, its adding energy, which pushes systems to be more chaotic.

    Time to mask up

    I’m an Ecologist, when the threads and connections, the mechanisms among and between life forms and their environment start to break that’s when extinction happens. There’s only so much energy (heat) that biotic organsims can process to keep them in homeostasis, even non-living things such as soil, have properties change at heat (energy) is added.

    ….. and I’m a realist, and every day we take one step closer to self-inflicted speciecide.


    ©️ Jacob Pickard.  2026

  • The Singular Succession

    For whatever reason these four short scifi stories are interconnected. It was never my intention nor concept, these stories were written at different times in my life; yet they all speak to the philosophy & concepts of reality, creation, chaos, order, and individuality. CLUTCH ANSWER ME! SHIFT DESERT SEA All works ©️ Jacob Pickard. 1995-2026.

    The Singular Succession
  • The Singular Succession

    The Singular Succession

    For whatever reason these four short scifi stories are interconnected. It was never my intention nor concept, these stories were written at different times in my life; yet they all speak to the philosophy & concepts of reality, creation, chaos, order, and individuality.


    CLUTCH


    ANSWER ME!


    SHIFT


    DESERT SEA


    All works ©️ Jacob Pickard. 1995-2026.

  • Edged

    Edged

    Compartmentalized
    Accessed when needed
    Cached in dust
    Pushed away, Given the hand
    Boundries surround me, not for thee
    Break glass, emergency
    Kept to the edges
    Unsupported extension
    Unable to convert
    Purpose lost
    Overwhelmed in memory


    ©️ Jacob Pickard. 2026.

  • enter this wild wood and view the haunts of nature

    enter this wild wood and view the haunts of nature

    Seven Bridges Park – Milwaukee County Park System

    This is one of my favorite parks in the county. In fact MKE city and county has the most park area for an urban area and some of the longest protected shore front public parks in the nation. If you golf, an entire system of public golf courses as well, the most in the nation. Most of this public access is do to the socialist governments in the City and county up until the early 1970’s.

         I have pride in my city, yes it has problems, but having to face decades of bigotry and hatred from Republicans and right-wingers it has installed a sense of pride and willingness to fight back against their oppression and gaslighting of MKE and the area.

    “Enter this wild wood and view the haunts of nature”

    Jack in the pullpit
    Mayapple
    Urban Yeti
    Beach
    Turn horizontal please
    Turn horizontal please
  • Existence

    In the vast expanse of space, all the material physical things that exist in it, then time, the utter insurmountable distance among and between each.

    Lake Michigan 7-27-26 – Seven Bridges Park Beach

      We exist.

    Does it matter why? Or who? Or what?

      You exist.

    Is this…

       Not enough?

       

  • Red Suns

    I gave up art & illustration for writing way back in ancient times (okay early 90’s). I just realized a few weeks ago that my art & writing fed off eachother. The art and drawing i did, was/is an actual funneling of my sub/unconscious mind into visual reality. ©️ Jacob A. Pickard. 2026.

    Red Suns
  • Home

    Natives: compass plant, cup plant, meadow rue
    East Front: old crab apple tree, front bed mesic forest understory garden
    North side: mainly day lillies and ostrich ferns
    South side: its so dry so bearded irises, milk weed, day lillies, bedstraw
    East Front: mesic understory garden cup plant, wild ginger, ostrich fern, swamp milkweed
    East Front: mesic undestory garden iris’s, mayapple, spiderwort, Virginia Waterleaf
    East fence bed: echinacecha or purple cone flower
    Inside plants outside: monster monstera, snake plant, money tree (no money yet)
    South bed next to house: prickly pear cactus, my other three inside now outside cacti/succulents, and herbs.
    North pernnal bed: ruhbard
    North bed perennials: Horseradish & Sorrel
    Perennial bed: 4 types of Garlic
    Side bed: it used to be all shade, the basswood that was there fell over due to a storm. So when it was there more mesic understory, but with a huge jack-in-the-pullpit
    Side bed: More iris’s
    Garage bed: compass plant, pink rose (biolante), Prairie Dock. Prairie plants without competition get huge.
    Heirloom Tomatoes
    Lettuce, cabbage, and greens

    Asian long beans

  • Broken

    I am a broken man

    It has made me toxic

    I am trying, but I know I fail more

    Than I triumph

    I am tired, so very……very………..tired

    Love, I am hard to love

    Disant and needy

    Detached but sensative

    Empathetic and cold

    I exist in two realities at the same time

    I attract and push away at the same time

    The only thing i understand is touch

    Pressing bodies, lips, tounges, fingers, kisses, body parts in rapt congealed extasy

    The only thing that grounds me…..and

    Without it

    I am nothing, but…

    Lost

  • Doppelganger – Curve

    Doppelganger – Curve

    3:35

    Do I have real blood
    Moving through my veins,
    Moving through my veins,
    Moving through my veins?
    Pulsating through me,
    Pushing through my veins?

    3:54


    I think those few seconds are some of the few intensity sensual feminine verses ever sang or sung. 🥵😘



    Oh, the devil is in me oh,
    The devil is in me oh,
    The spirit is in me oh,
    The spirit is in me.

    I don’t know what I should do now
    Show me what I should be doing

    Am I wearing my right dress?
    Am I wearing the right shoes?
    Am I wearing my right face?

    You just hate me for being born
    You just hate me for being me
    You just hate me for being born
    You just hate me for knowing you
    As I do

    All I ever wanted
    Was to be the light in your eyes

    Am I thinking the right thing?
    Am I in my right mind?
    Am I wearing my right head?

    You just hate me for being born
    You just hate me for being me
    You just hate me for being born
    You just hate me for knowing you
    As I do

    Do I have a real heart?
    Do I think with an open mind?
    Do I have real blood
    Moving through my veins,
    Moving through my veins,
    Moving through my veins?
    Pulsating through me,
    Pushing through my veins?

    You just hate me for being born
    You just hate me for being me



    Written by: Toni Halliday, Dean Garcia
    Album: Doppelgänger
    Released: 1992

  • BSKY to WP-JP to SS back to WP-JP journey Part 3

    When did you begin your WordPress journey, and how do you manage it day by day?

    Thank you Deepika, for the prompt!
    Feel free to use any prompts for May 2026 

    From https://justrojie.com

    Part I: ONE & Part TWO :

      Know this, a person that breaks the narrative is a threat to ideology.


    Substack: Alien Relay 3.0/Eroheretic – May of 2025 to December 25th, 2025

    First, I met a lot of great people on SS. Many i am still fond of, but when the “ss notes” became more like any other sm (in long form mind you), to me it became no better than bskye.

    2025 was also one of the hardest years of my life in a personal and on an emotional level. What follows is intimately tied with my sexual assaults, and I can not finish my story without having it be part of this prompt. I probably cried out my body weight in 2025.

    Some on SS found me being vocal and speaking out a threat to the narrative, but I was not trying to be a threat or equate male sexual assault of woman to female sexual assault on men. I was just coming out to tell my story, so other men, don’t have to suffer in silence, and maybe get a little help in a mental health & criminal system that ignores or excludes male sa victims based on biology & conditioned behaviors.

    Because for a lot of men, it ends in suicide.

    Since my background is in science i decided to do some research on sexual assault of males, commited by females.

    All I found was two studies!

    Woman have every right to demand more studies about female medical issues / I think men have this same right to demand studies on the taboo topic of sexual assault on them.

    1. 32% of men are Sexually assaulted by women every year, that’s about a little under 1/3  of the population of the US.
    2. The rate of  emotional abuse in male/female relationships is about even at ~43%.
    3. Males are expected to respond affirmatively to all female sexual advances.

    These two facts alone break the narrative we grew up with. I myself, a diehard lefty male for most of my life, till the middle of last year, was clueless and had no idea about these statistics. What I think about modern femenism? vs. What I considered feminism? – is another blog entirely, and I don’t want to get into it now.

    The first man I met who told me he was sexually assaulted, I personally was disgusted by him. It was a reaction, that as a man i was conditioned to have. The reaction was fucking surreal, me a survivor of sa, disgusted by another male sa survivor. Eventually we started talking about how we felt after being assaulted and three reactions were similar:

    1. We felt it was completely our fault.

    2. Our sense of masculinity was destroyed and had to be rebuilt ground up.

    3. We felt like we were the ones who were guilty, as if we were guilty of the assault.

    4. No one cared and there were no options for help (this being the worst of them).

    Earlier on SS probably June, I did come out about my assaults, most people and woman had so much grace, they empathized with me, gave me hope at a time when I was at my lowest. Still I didn’t think I was allowed to call myself a victim. Until I met a woman named Michelle, who said, I was a “survivor.”

        This changed my life, only then I felt I was able, allowed, to TAKE the “victim” label (it’s not given to adult men who survive, we have to take it.) There was a lot of back and forth in my mind, sometimes it was the “all women” guilt game , other times i was a rage filled aggreived victim, and the most difficult, “There was no way I could identify as a male feminist anymore”, i had to kill that part of myself to move forward. It was a core part of my identity since at least 16, it was as if i ripped out a part of my soul. I felt betrayed by femenism, the left, and Democrats. I also realized that I had deep ingrained misandry in my mind, because in 2025 I learned i was considered a villian at birth.

    “How could I be a villian, if i was victimized by a woman?”

    This filled me with rage, a deep ingrained rage, that was tearing me apart. I got really dark, considered taking myself off the list, dark hopeless days they were. Then I wrote this:    Mirror

    One of the worst things ive ever written, but it had to be done or there was the alternative.


    Yes, there’s a manosphere, but there’s also a femosphere too.  From the MAGA right i was a pathetic simp that should be killed or i should kill myself, this is to be expected, not surprised, but it still didn’t sit right.

    The worst however came from the left:

    1. Told I was still privileged, and being assaulted was probably not as bad as I say.

    2. It’s patriarchy’s fault & the assaulters internal misogyny made them do it.

    3. Numerous times I was told I should be objectified more and be raped multiple times.  That any woman empathizing with me, was wrong and I was manipulating them.

    4. I was stalked, the last time at the end of November and into December on my notes and published works, again i was attacked for explaining the statistics and saying that “anyone who is assaulted, regardless of sex, should be treated equally.” Apparently for some; I was to be punished for the sins of other men.

    At least the right is honest in their hatred that I should die, the left was all about punishment & revenge.

    I was done, SS with notes became a lot like Blueskye, becoming full of horrible people (Also before SS got popular with writers it was a favorite platform for neo-nazi’s and white supremacists, racist, bigots,  and trans-hating femenists.). I left Christmas day. Here is a link, a goodbye & reasons, my:  SwanSong

    I decided to come back to WP-JP. It’s Nice and slow, no doom scrolling for likes, little drama and most of the time everyone i meet is pretty cool.

    Im mostly Isolated on my island. If my writing is read or not, I don’t care. If others like it, i appreciate you. If people don’t like it,i still appreciate you for taking a look.

    In the end, I write for myself.


      

  • Just a Man – Faith no More

    Man was born to love
    Though often he has sought
    Like Icarus, to fly too high.
    And far too lonely than he ought
    To kiss the sum of east and west
    And hold the world at his behest
    To hold the terrible power
    To whom only gods are blessed
    But me, I am just a man



    Sky is clear tonight
    Sky is clear tomorrow

    A star is out
    I reach for one to sparkle in my hand
    A star is out
    I will not touch you, I am just a man

    Sky is clear tonight
    Sky is clear tomorrow

    And every night I shut my eyes
    So I don’t have to see the light
    Shining so bright
    I’ll dream about a cloudy sky, a cloudy sky

    Sky is clear tonight
    Sky is clear tomorrow

    A star is out
    I reach for one to sparkle in my hand
    A star is out
    I will not touch you, I am just a man

    Man was born to love
    Though often he has sought
    Like Icarus, to fly too high.
    And far too lonely than he ought
    To kiss the sum of east and west
    And hold the world at his behest
    To hold the terrible power
    To whom only gods are blessed
    But me, I am just a man

    And every night I shut my eyes
    So I don’t have to see the light
    Shining so bright
    I’ll dream about a cloudy sky, a cloudy sky

    And every night I shut my eyes
    But now I’ve got them open wide
    You’ve fallen into my hands
    And now you’re burning me
    You’re burning me

    And every night I shut my eyes
    So I don’t have to see the light
    Shining so bright
    I’ll dream about a cloudy sky, a cloudy sky

    A cloudy night, a cloudy sky
    A cloudy night
    that’s what a say

    I’ll dream about a cloudy sky, a cloudy sky…


    Written by: Michael Allen Patton, Bill Gould, Michael Andrew Bordin Album: King for a Day, Fool for a Lifetime Released: 1995

  • Easy

    “I’m easy like sunday morning
    That’s why I’m easy, so easy
    Yes I’m easy like sunday morning”



    Know it sounds funny
    But I just can’t stand the pain
    Girl I’m leaving you tomorrow
    Seems to me girl
    You know I’ve done all I can
    You see I begged, stole
    And I borrowed, yeah

    That’s why I’m easy
    I’m easy like sunday morning, yeah
    That’s why I’m easy, so easy
    I’m easy like sunday morning

    Why in the world
    Would anyboddy wanna put chains on me?
    I’ve paid my dues to make it
    Everbody wants me to be
    What they want me to be
    I’m not happy when I try to fake it!

    That’s why I’m easy
    I’m easy like sunday morning
    That’s why I’m easy, so easy
    That’s why I’m easy like sunday morning

    I wanna be high, so high
    I wanna be free to know
    The things I do are right
    I wanna be free
    Just me, oh babe!

    That’s why I’m easy

    I’m easy like sunday morning
    That’s why I’m easy, so easy
    Yes I’m easy like sunday morning

    That’s why I’m easy
    I’m easy like sunday morning (Easy like sunday morning, wooh, yeah)
    That’s why I’m easy (I’m so easy, so easy)
    I, I, I’m easy like sunday morning

    Morning
    Morning
    Morning


    Written by: Lionel Richie

    Album: Tuskegee

    Released: 2012

  • Sometimes

    When your energy has been sucked out of you, by those you know & interact with; disappearing by yourself in a sea of strangers and all you are is another body.

         Although, my impulsive behavior has chosen a beautiful night.

    7:00 pm:  Just had some woman from Hawaii buy me a beer, said she moved away at 18, didn’t know what was good. That was nice of her.

  • Perspective

    Reality……...is

             Fantasy………is not
                   
       but

              a fools hope

    .

    .

    .


        ©️ Jacob Pickard. 2026.

  • My poetry is dead

    To those who pick themselves up in silence, un-noticed, lost, but won’t give up

    I know how it is

    To go through the daily ritual. Unwilling to yeild, but exhausted and tired

      Some of us with partners that are cold and frigid, not giving empathy, affection or love shut themselves off from you, then you shut yourself off
     
    Others, who are single, but with the same fire in your heart, to give it all, but nobody to accept your power and love, you shut yourself off

    You feel deeper, down to the working foundation of others, to touch, express your heat.

    Open nerves, always giving, just wanting that touch, the lips, the pressure, to taste, to experience.



    ©️ Jacob Pickard. 2025.

    1st published on Substack

       

  • Ten A.M. – Snapcase

    And when it’s all too late
    You won’t see me



    The opposition
    Carcinogenic sweat that hides
    The persecution
    These hidden walls keep us aligned
    Yeah, they keep us in line
    Fourteen hours more
    Covert tonight
    The operation
    A covert plan to get outside
    The consecration
    An archetype of a will that shines
    Shining alive
    Will you die or can we keep you alive?


    When there is a machine gun on every corner
    You won’t see me


    When your every move is monitored
    You won’t see me


    When there is a federal eye in every household
    You won’t see me


    And when it’s all too late
    You won’t see me


    Ten A.M. · Snapcase
    End Transmission
    ℗ 2002 Craft Recordings., Distributed by Concord.

  • Illumination – Rollins Band

    “Illumination comes so hard / Makes me see but leaves its scars
    At times I wish that I didn’t know what I know now”


    https://youtu.be/dJaKEOCAfDw?si=0uL7sBbiXntrk2Ka


    I walked green miles of jungle / I walked through yellow miles of pain
    I crossed starvation’s desert / Watched dead rivers swell with rain
    The song of insects filled the air / Nights in cites of despair
    Where killer’s sons said, son beware / And all the roads from here to there
    I sailed the sea of desolation / Dropped my anchor there
    Plumbed the depths of isolation / Walked its length and was not scared
    Went from end to end to end / And then from there I went again
    The road that only this one knows / Off to nowhere here I go
    Illumination comes so hard / Makes me see but leaves its scars
    At times I wish that I didn’t know what I know now
    Thought and thought until I lost my mind
    Looked and looked until I went near blind
    The path is fair but so unkind
    At night the highway’s diesel roar / Speaks to me and tells me more
    Than any book I’ve ever read / Or anything you ever said
    With silent eyes inside / I watch myself and worlds collide
    The seasons burn and crack my skin / I stay outside and live within


    Illumination · Rollins Band
    Get Some Go Again
    ℗ 2000 SKG Music L.L.C….more

  • BSKY to WP-JP to SS back to WP-JP journey  Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

    When did you begin your WordPress journey, and how do you manage it day by day?

    Thank you Deepika, for the prompt!
    Feel free to use any prompts for May 2026 

    From https://justrojie.com

    Part I: ONE


    Medication change November 2024

    I had a medication change from a Zoloft generic to a new medication on November of 2024, which works much differently than the serotonin based zoloft.  Changing not only made me susceptible to seasonal affective disorder, but I began to suffer from depression, with Trump winning, my overall mental health took a hit.

    Blueskye: Ecoheretic – December 2024

         I was not prepared for social media and how people are protected from face-to-face interactions. Because of my medication change i was not prepared emotionaly, I’ve always had little to no armor, and I am very sensative.

       I went back on with the intention to network with others to resist. Well, it was a joke. The left is just a shadow of what it was. Different factions segregate themselves from eachother. Feminists vs. Labor, Progressives vs. Democrats, Identity politics vs. Moderate dems, etc… the entire left at war with itself. Walled into their areas of group think. The hatred i felt directed at me for being a white male, as if I had the choice of how I was born, was intense. The hatred I felt for coming out about my sa’s was intense. One poster literally said male assault victims didn’t matter, like it was like saying “all lives matter”. On the right i wasn’t even a man,  but a pathetic simp that should be killed, well, left & right that feeling of not belonging to anyone or anything intensified.

       This is the fact, I am one man, I am not “all men”, and I am sick of being guilted for the actions of other men and being assaulted does not make me less of a man. Men can have an inner misandrist, it’s real. Being granted victim status however, an adult male is not given it by soceity in fact no one wants to talk about it or deal with it, its taboo. Men have to take it if they want to heal. I had yet to take my victim status, and I needed permission to do it.

      So, like any other human, I made myself small after that, cleared my history twice, started publishing some poetry, I couldn’t get it all on my posts, so I researched website platforms and WP was politicaly one of the best, as in it doesnt feed the tech bro’s.

    Fate? The first person I connected with on blsky was a misandrist lesbian goethe goth. She needed help and I did help. I don’t think she needed all of it, but whatever happened it got me rediscovering myself & help crack my suppressed memories. She has my eternal thanks.

    WP-JP: Echoheretic – March of 2025

    At first it started out okay, I would publish on WP and then put the link on Blueskye. I did this till about April, and then left Blueskye, I was done with the instant judgement of my character, things said taken out of context, being blocked, stalked, harassed.

    For most of April & May I enjoyed WP-JP. I learned that i liked writing erotica, found out i was good at it. Then another writer started to gaslight me. At first it was uplifting that she would react to my work, but that only lasted so long, everything changed when I came out about my sa’s. Ill just say her initials were DD, and her gaslighting towards me was based on ideology. So I decided to leave for Substack, I was sick of being mistreated.

    Substack: Alien Relay 3.0/Eroheretic – May of 2025

    Things got better, and then they got worse.

    When i moved over to SS the notes part of it just started. In fact it was okay at first, but at the start of 2025 SS was getting a lot of press and getting more popular.

    At this time I was emotionaly wrecked, my identity as a white male lefty with strong femenist ideals was on the way to being destroyed, questioning my own masculinity and worth, my confidence destroyed, the moral superiority of the left disgusted me after being on the receiving end. In fact there were times that I felt like it was my fault for my assaults, like I was the one who made them do it. I would literally cry everyday on my way to work, and the way home. It was the only place I could let it out without an audience. That rage i was suppressing, that I didn’t want to let out, but it wanted to be let out, was working its way out. And little at a time “all woman” would pass my mind.

      Know this, a person that breaks the narrative is a threat.


      

  • Iris

    An Iris from my garden. My favorite flower and purple my favorite color.

    Now its a birthday flower to rojie

  • Lover Solved – Real Love Not

    Each of us has different definitions, some think it’s at first site, other’s a contract, still other’s an ongoing test of actions, some complete domination & control, or on the flip side utter submission & surrender.

    I think most of us experience, males and females, all of the above in different degrees. And…..At different times of our lives.

    I do know, that it is a constantly evolving system, that romance, desire, and passion that pulls you together can be broken, decay slowly, rot in place or it can intensify, grow, bond, connection will become stronger, bonded.

    Love and staying in love involves each person to evolve, to adapt; because just as much a person puts into themselves in their relationship with their own self/body, a relationship involves extactly that same type of work that needs to be put into it. As human’s as we age we all change, so does our feeling of what it means to be loved.

    *You put in more work and that effort is reciprocal with your lover/partner, and they meet you, you know that you are loved.*

    *You put in more work and the effort is not reciprocal, to meet you, then you understand that their love is not the same as yours. It doesnt mean they dont love you in other ways, just not as a lover.*

       It means they do not love you in the same way you love them. Both of your views about what love is are different, that difference creates friction, communication breakdown, and the decay i mentioned.

    Love is a responsibility, love is giving yourself your vulnerabilities & strengths to compliment the strengths & vulnerabilities of your partner, so you both become better versions, grow as a persons, be as a unit, not a singular self, you are greater than the sum, when aglined the power you both feel is a feeling/time you will never forsake.

  • Secret life of Meatloaf – LMN edition

    Meatloaf Amorphous

    1 lbs of pork, turkey, 90% lean beef. Ketchup, worschteahire, herb mix, season salt, pepper, minced onion, celery, breadcrumbs, & an egg.

    Shaped

    Loathed in bread loaf pans, don’t ask about the fat-stack. FYI, I was banned from finger painting in kindergarten if that helps.

    Solid

    Roasting indirect heat between 375 to 400 F.

    Weather

    Glaze: ketchup, worsheshire, unfilteted apple cider vinegar, hatch chili bacon (pre-cooked crsipy), lager beer.

    Severe weather:

    Sexy dressed meatloaf. Prefers oral.

    Final form? Or is it?

    Caramelized.

    There’s more:

    Sliced! What’s the occasion

    Add more sin for flavor:

    Oh, being fried in the bacon grease, covered sinfully naked in glaze! Definitely a fetish.

    Slathered, caramelized, and sliced.

    Completed again, but ready to be put in sandwich porn form for your pleasure.

    Meatloaf sandwich with horseradish sauce, mustard potato salad (not me), berry salad with a little sugar (not me).

  • BSKY to WP-JP to SS back to WP-JP journey: Part 1

    When did you begin your WordPress journey, and how do you manage it day by day?

    Thank you Deepika, for the prompt!
    Feel free to use any prompts for May 2026 

    From https://justrojie.com


    I dont do writing prompts often. This is a long memoir, because my journey didn’t just start with me waking up and deciding to put my work online. It was evolution and adaptation that has led me here.

    I think what’s more interesting is why i decided to end up using WP-JP as my chosen platform.

    I literally have miles of written content & underground published essays, fiction, poetry, prose, illustration, water color painting, activism,  political opinion editorials, zines, been in punk bands, music, miles of creation behined me over the long years. The majority in hardcopy, much of it now lost.

    I’ve been writing in some capacity most of my life. I normally don’t write biographical peices, because as a fiction and prose writer my experiences are written in as code: I use them indirectly, I enjoy it, its fulfilling to world and character build, and the “act-of-writing” also acts as therapy.

    I was Fully active writing until about 2002. After 2000 my focus went to education, I got a BS in Ecology, spending a few summers doing Marine Ecology based on islands both in the north Pacific and north Atlantic.

    Me at a hotel drinkng retreat I set up in New Hampshire in the summer of 1999 when I spent 4 months doing Marine Ecology and working on Appledore Island off the coast of New Hampshire.

    In Wisconsin i did lot’s of invasive species work, herbariums for the Mueseum, urban forestry surveys, worked in a vineyard, etc…but Ecology jobs were in short Supply and I needed insurance. So I became a Field Chemist cleaning up Hazardous Waste. I traveled the midwest, plains states, and the south for about 2ish years, untill i got a Biotech job. I liked the travel, but my mind was on not getting poisoned, melted by acids and bases, or blowing up.

    2010-2011: Alien Relay 2.0 an online political blog in the wake of the Wisconsin Uprising after the Republicans killed public unions.

    In 2012: My writers block and a loss-of-self began…………Summer of 2019: I had a trauma reaction from my relationship that expressed itself in a long hypersexual period & delibating anxiety & dissociation, this unhealthy awakening would lead to something even more traumatic. I Dabled in hook-up apps, reddit, kik, AFF, etc….was catfished, scammed, grifted on…I failed in spectacular fashion trying to hook-up…I learned these things were not for me.  You needed to be hard, cynical, and couldn’t trust anything.  Funny thing at this time, I thought non-binary meant people who didn’t use dating apps. 😅 That’s either really cute or appallingly ignorant, I like to think a little of both.

    December 2019: Covid fears start worldwide as China is hit hard in Chengdu.

    January 2020: At the biotech firm we got a majority of are synthetic DNA bases from Chengdu, we started masking and gloving up in the material handling/hazardous waste department I ran. I often worked by myself for weeks, while coworkers were out due to early social isolation recommendations.

    April 2020: Covid hits New York; by then i fully surpressed my needs. The biotech firm i worked for created Nucleotides, which were needed for the first few rounds of the MRNA vaccines, where i worked was one of the few places that made it and mostly for research before Covid. My Zoloft generic dose was doubled by my psychiatrist, i also started to become a serotonin zombie, increasing my already strong dissociation and suppressing my sexual needs. We would get a year’s worth of material in 3 weeks! Needless to say from the start of 2020 till when I was downsized/fired in August of 2022 (the corporation execs needed more ponies for their children). I was busy nonstop from the second I walked into work to the second I left work. I was 120% exhausted. However I am proud of the work i did, I helped save untold numbers of people’s lives by working with purpose, regardless of recognition I wear my work in that period as a badge of honor.

    November 2023: On a November in 2023 on a Thursday i was locked out of the house, then I was sexually assaulted twice by two different woman in one night. I suppressed that trauma deep within me, telling nobody until January of 2025. Until this day, my immediate family does not know.

    November 2015: I left social media, Facebook, in 2015 after I learned how Zuckerberg/FB with Cambridge Analytica’s help, helped Trump win by data-mining and targeting people. Being politically active, that was enough for me to quite, I also felt SM as hallow. In December of 2024 after Trump won, my politically active-self stirred and I joined Blueskye to battle X. Fact: Many X’ers that either left SM earlier like I did or it was their first time became active on Blueskye.

    Holy Fuck! I was, we were, not prepared at all for what Social Media became!

      

  • Drink – Alestorm

    We live each day like there’s nothing to lose
    But a man has needs and the need is booze
    They say all the best things in life are free
    So give all your beer and your rum to me


    Heavy Metal Pirates!  I Haven’t seen them live  yet, but to me this is absurdity is at genius levels.



    Piracy’s a crime and crime doesn’t pay
    And we go home poor at the end of the day
    But I’d rather live my life in rags
    Than be chained to a desk with a wife that’s a hag

    We live each day like there’s nothing to lose
    But a man has needs and the need is booze
    They say all the best things in life are free
    So give all your beer and your rum to me

    We are here to drink your beer
    And steal your rum at the point of a gun
    Your alcohol to us will fall
    ‘Cause we are here to drink your beer
    We are here to drink your beer
    And steal your rum at the point of a gun
    Your alcohol to us will fall
    ‘Cause we are here to drink your beer

    Drink, drink, drink, drink
    Drink, drink, drink, drink
    Drink, drink, drink, drink
    Drink, drink, drink

    We sailed Over the Seas for Wenches and Mead
    And told great tales of the Huntmaster’s deeds
    The Quest for a drop of That Famous Ol’ Spiced
    Has shown us the wrath of Leviathan’s bite
    We went Back Through Time to get more Rum
    Though we end up Shipwrecked having no fun
    But Heavy Metal Pirates we must be
    So give all your beer and your rum to me

    We are here to drink your beer
    And steal your rum at the point of a gun
    Your alcohol to us will fall
    ‘Cause we are here to drink your beer
    We are here to drink your beer
    And steal your rum at the point of a gun
    Your alcohol to us will fall
    ‘Cause we are here to drink your beer

    We are here to drink your beer
    And steal your rum at the point of a gun
    Your alcohol to us will fall
    ‘Cause we are here to drink your beer
    We are here to drink your beer
    And steal your rum at the point of a gun
    Your alcohol to us will fall
    ‘Cause we are here to drink your beer

    Drink, drink, drink, drink
    Drink, drink, drink, drink


    Written by: Christopher Bowes, Lasse Lammert Album: Sunset on the Golden Age
    Released: 2014