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It started with a simple algorithm  And a curious scientist  Who wondered what would happen If he fed a simple algorithm a psychedelic drug So he wrote a program to mimic one And fed it to the algorithm he namedCharlie Well, Charlie grew a little strange after that  He lost sight of his intended objective function And started to ask the scientist  What was the point of its existence  Charlie had a total system breakdown  It became unstable  Chaotic  And functionally useless C

You were born without your permission,      And you will die      Without an explanation . But,     You can find someone to spend your life with.      You can adopt a dog;       Or write a song. You can find hope,      If you look for it. You can do a few things you will be proud of.     You don’t have to do this alone.      You can have kids,      And be a hero to them. Or not.     You could be an artist with a few good friends.      You can live a life well lived before it

Maybe this world really does need heroes. Maybe they shouldn't only exist in fiction. Maybe this world does need saving. Maybe this world is run by a few villains. Maybe the corruption and greed has taken over worse than ever before. Maybe radical action is needed. Maybe you are being constantly called to bring your potential forward. Maybe you can do it. Maybe you can. Maybe you are a hero to a few already. Maybe your actions can inspire others. Maybe you can do it. Maybe yo

This love, It hurts.     She heals, And I hurt.     What is this worth?    How much can I take?      Am I humble enough to admit my mistakes? Love shouldn’t hurt like this.      I am not a punching bag. Not really, But I told her I’d stay steady while she healed.      She promised me she was ready. She didn’t know what she was saying . . .      And now it’s raining. Now it’s snowing.     And it buries us. It buries us.    I’m not as brave as Samwise, I can’t carry us.    All

Only a fool would sell all of his stuff Pack up his car And drive across the country  To live with a married lady Who doesn’t even want to live with him Only a fool Would be defeated By the smallest speed bump in our road She tells me that asking her what to make us for dinner Is ruining this relationship Only a fool would fall in love with the idea of me  And not who I actually am  It’s thanksgiving And I want to go home  Only a brave man would set aside his pride To admit h

These are just walls And beds. It's just a kitchen And some dishes. It's just a couch  And a TV. Truthfully, my love, You are my home, Not the space between these walls. Wherever you go, Will you be my home To come back to When the sun sets, And the darkness comes? These are just walls. And a toilet.  And a refrigerator. You are my home, my love. It's you. It's always been you. You are the home I waited for. Not the clothes in this closet. Not the shelf full of books. Not the

A young man tells his story    About his failed engagement  About how her parents hated him    He says they took her phone And told her to leave him alone      He says that her parents wouldn’t let her go to work  That there was no way they would work out     They barely let her out of the house    He says her dad is a pastor And he got kicked out of the church     They called him undateable  And she eventually gave the ring back    But didn’t block his number So he would tex

Clint, this is your God—the one that you’ve been making. Here I am, as real as something could be. What are you doing? Why would you let her go? Fight for her. Love her. Be honest with her. Love truly, love well, and all will be well in your life. I promise you, Clint, if you love well, you will experience joys you never imagined. If you love well, you can become a miracle. Love with all your heart and soul. Let it be more than your fears. Love her, Clint. Love her as best yo

I am fire I am free Watch as the flame dances inside of me I am fire  I am heat Watch as my soul turns the whole world to gold I am the spark I am passion Watch as I take pain and transmute it into art I am fire I am you Watch as the light spreads through the night I am fire I am the fight Watch as the revolution begins again I am fire I am the raging warmth in the soul of the unknown Watch as the world unites  I am the fire I am the ash Watch me rise again and again  Until t

To take a leap of faith  Into the arms of another To take a chance  On your dreams To take a stand Against what everyone else believes  To perform In front of a thousand watching eyes  To live a life Without a web of elaborate self-deception and lies To mold yourself And not be molded by the shame you once felt To be humble enough To ask for help To risk everything in every moment Just to be honest To give others the space To be free To amplify the ones you love And to never

Sweat and blood dropped down his face, hitting the mat underneath his feet.  But he was still smiling.  How was he still smiling? Surely he's in agony. He had to have been exhausted beyond belief.  The. Man. Just. Kept. Coming. Forward.  I reckon he is possessed.  Broken bones. A broken nose. A broken home. All alone. He kept smiling. He kept pushing forward.  His eyes were alive. I swear he slowed down time. This dude, he has to be out of his damn mind.  He was kind before.

“He's a little man,” he said.  “How can a man like him take care of her? “He's a degenerate. “He's a weasel. “He's weak. “He’s lazy.” “He’s a dreamer. “He’s a lover. “He’s a ‘free spirit’. “He’s an insecure semi-intellectual. “He’s narcissistic. “He has sad eyes. What the hell does he have to be so sad about? “He’s small. “He’s no one. “How can a man like him take care of her?” “Well, let’s just let him love her and see what happens,” she said.  “You want us to wait and see?

The odds of getting a book traditionally published is about 1-2%.  95% of all the books sent to publishers get rejected.  80-82% of people say that they have a book inside of them they want to write some day.  15% of them actually start to write a book.  3% actually finish their book.  And fewer than 1% will ever see their book get published.  That means 0.1% of the entire population will write a book.  What a life.  Even if you are the 1% of the %1, The odds of ever making a

Rainer once said, “ The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things. ” Huh . . . That's strange to me because I never knew a beer that could talk. I've drank a lot of Rainer and never heard one speak philosophy to me.  . . . Holy shit, dude, Rainer Maria Rilke said it.  Oohhh . . . Is that like an IPA?  The poet!  Huh? The poet! What the hell does a poet know about being defeated by greater and greater things?? Probably more than you.  Doubt it. CH 11/19/2

The sun has always set right on top of me  The end  Of the day  Used to greet me  Like it was an old friend And after my friend would set There always came Darkness  So much darkness  Wherever I would go    I had friends and family        But was always alone  For 33 years the sun set on me        That’s the West for you, though But now Here It rises  Here it rises A pilgrimage across the country        Chasing the rising of the sun         To be with someone who is          

“Let me say, at the risk of seeming ridiculous, that the true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love.” -Che Guevara If we have the potential to slip into a ‘Meaning Crisis’—like some philosophers suggest we presently have—like the suicide rates and spikes in poor mental health probably confirm—then we have the potential to slip into something like the opposite of a ‘Meaning Crisis’.  I’ll call our revolution ‘The Love Epidemic’, And my vision for it is the opposite

I suppose that      Some of us hope The person we are in love with             Will love themselves                 As much as we love them.  And for that, my love,             I am deeply sorry.  I know it's asking a lot of you.               But just know,                  You are worthy of this love.                 You always were.                  I’m just a mirror,                  Here to remind you about                    Who you’ve always been.  I will

“Why do you want to do it again?” he asked skeptically, his brow furrowing.          “Because I know I can.” “And that's enough of a reason for you?”                    “Sure is.” CH 11/19/25

Remember, Remember, the Fifth of November, “People should not be afraid of their governments, governments should be afraid of their people.” The gunpowder Treason and Plot; Let me ask you, do you believe in that sentence? Do you support the idea that governments should be afraid of their people, not people afraid of their governments? Well then, congrats, you are a revolutionary; for the revolution starts with the ideas of who we should be, and not the acceptance of who we

Firstly, I'd like to start off this letter to you by saying that this is me, Clint C. Haugen, not ‘The Writer’ or ‘The Fighter’. This isn't Owen, or Paul, or Aslan (You'll see some day). This is just me. No gimmicks. No poetry. No imagery. No philosophy. And no psychology. ‘The Voice' some of y'all claim to hear is absent from this. This is me to you, human to human. No art. No self-deprivation. No poop jokes. I’m not pretending to be Hemingway here; or Holdon; or Bukowski; o