Follow my new account @atlasmedialabs. This one is closing by May 1st.

I'm probably unhinged. Sometimes I feel like a younger version of the older than dirt Professor Farnsworth in that space cartoon with the robot that drinks beer.

Because I build weird stuff, I talk about batshit crazy things in the universe, and then I space out.

I'd like to build replica laser weapons from the instruction manuals I have. I don't like firearms, I like laser weapons. Oh, I forgot this blog post was supposed to be about Brazilian lemonade, damn

When I die we will never see each other here and now again.

I will become one with everything.

Yet I, and you, will also live and die as alternate variants, in an infinite cycle of births and deaths , as every universe, multiverse, Omniverse and the transcendent of the field of space and time follows this principle.

Forever.

When you get an opportunity, no matter how distant, take it. Respect your host and meet their standards and repay them.

This is the spring board to depart and build a life elsewhere.

Burning the candle at both ends like I'm in my twenties, then waking up one day in my mid fifties is a real thing.

Like where did all that time go? In my process of rebuilding myself and being alcohol-free, I've found I want to feel alive again.

I thought I lost it forever when my father died, and my dog Bela.

The best method of recovery i recommend, is cut off the booze, spend lots of time alone with yourself. It feels like fucking hell at first, but you begin to find a bottomless well of strength inside you. And workout regularly.

The feeling of being alive. Aspects of life will still suck sometimes. But instead of overtaking you, you find your power to turn the volume way down. So big problems... become little problems.

If you find a way to inner peace, keep it secret, keep it safe. Because others may kill it. Love yourself daily, because this all will end fast. And we'll never see each other here again.

I will be deleting my account in June, but posting my new account link here, first. The new account will feature fresh exciting material.

And yes, I'll save my favorite shit show posts in an archive.

Hey, Atlas Media will be offline until April, 2024. I and a new team will be restructuring our services coming May. Then I'm deleting this account in June, 2024 to open a new account, and will share it here.

Thanks and have a stress free winter. - sincerely Patrick.

PS: sorry you all had to watch me piss, moan and whine about crap I've been dealing with.

I don't stare but when I'm attracted to someone, I generally run out the back exit and set off the fire alarm, hop into my car, speed through back roads to another state, change cars and put on a fake mustache while using cash only in public places, and change my name to Edwardo and get work in a grainery.

💔 New York

I'll always remember all of the ways I lost everything in New York State. The bruises that won't heal.

And when I leave for good, I'll be mourning all my missed chances. I'll bury them in the ground. Then set fire and burn everything, everything everything. And I will say goodbye to New York.

And I will rebuild.

If you have dragged someone online in order to hurt them, you may be a bully. It's not too late to change.

I remember when me and friends were working on trying to avoid things that would make us suffer, like we could find that trick, to avoid it. After some terribly painful events, I understood. We all inevitably suffer. Joe Campbell says in the Power of Myth, that we mustn't retreat from life, or we will miss the miraculous, mixed with the horror. And miss out on feeling alive. I missed a lot of beautiful parts of life. Living is full of tragedy and pain, but magic and joy as well. It's hard living through this pain, but we must. Because we'll be gone shortly, and we'll never see each other here again

It's too late for me, so from now on I travel light, alone. Goodbye old man, I'm sorry you were such a mess 💔🌤️

If we read and loved Myths we would stop treating each other like Things.

Happy new year. The truth? Life often really sucks, except if you're a billionaire and they deserve to be eaten!

But retreating from life because it sucks, makes it impossible to experience the good stuff. Live, before it's too late. And duck people, they suck.

🙀🫠 everything's fine, we're fine....how are you *sparks and fires everywhere

"I do what I want, when I want.

- Meatball, on Aqua Teen Hunger Force

Psalm 137:9 is giving me Pulp Fiction vibes