we fucked like gods
sex, sweat, and divine jealousy in a motel room lit by sin and stardust
Patient-Led “Press-Pulse” Metabolic Cancer Protocol
So as a junior lab rat/researcher I have no idea how to validate my hypothesis other than lab ratting myself out, but I wanted to post this very detailed, very technical breakdown of my combined protocols that I have named “Kill Switch” I first heard that term in relation to fighting cancer listening to a…
Rise.
A poem about surviving darkness, facing death with courage, and finding strength in every scar left behind.
Good Things Happen When You Smile, or When You’re Naked (The Gods Are Still High)
A goddess once worshiped for wisdom shows up barefoot, high, and half-naked, here to remind you truth isn’t polite, it’s primal.
Why Your Substack Posts Aren’t Showing Up in Google (and How to Fix It)
You’re writing great stuff on Substack, so where are the search results? Here’s how we solved the indexing problem, step-by-step.
Every God I’ve Met Was High: The God of L’s and Broken Beats
He’s not saving souls, just lighting blunts and keeping the rhythm alive in a godless world.
Every God I’ve Met Was High: The God Who Loved Too Loud
He was the patron saint of broken hearts and bong rips, showing up stoned with a lighter, a limp prayer, and nothing left to lose.
Mirrors and Rituals
A raw, defiant, dread. Stubborn pride collide.
Pardons, Payoffs, and MAGA Betrayal
A hard look at the GOP’s love affair with corruption, Trump’s selective pardons, and how the base gets left in the dirt.
Let the Empire Choke: Mamdani, Socialism, and the Death Rattle of the Old Guard
When politics are this broken, it’s not radical to want better, it’s survival. A rant on Mamdani, socialist dread, and why the centrist elite are the real extremists now.
Every God I’ve Met Was High: The God Who Left the Bong Burning
A poem soaked in smoke, heartbreak, and divine indifference.
Every God I’ve Met Was High: The Gospel of Burnt Jukeboxes
Where gods crawl through sand and stardust, and the universe runs on scrolls.
The High-Stakes Reality of RSO in a Non-Legal State
Why managing your cancer treatment shouldn’t require breaking the law, or your body.
To the Last Fucking Breath
A poem had to come out, it did today. I feel fucking good.
How I’m Fighting Stage 4 Cancer with Metabolic Therapy, Cannabis, and Chemo
A two-week rotating plan that blends ketogenic cycles, RSO and CBD support, fasting, hydration, and chemo into one survivable blueprint
My Car Smells Like Fast Food, Lucky Strikes, and Fear
So this story is about the desperate things, desperate people do…
The Floor, the Breakdown, and the Climb Back: My Recent Thoughts on Depression
What 2022 taught me about depression, what last week reminded me, and why facing the truth is the only way out.