Captian's Log Falling Leaf 24 Nov 2025 Thanksgiving is around the corner, and right now being thankful is an act of the will. It should not be. I have a huge opportunity in front of me with…
Captian's Log Hope and Dread 23 Nov 202522 Nov 2025 The fog has cleared away. The morning mists are lifted heavenward, and a clear, bright day has come. Yet still, my troubled mind its own fog carries, haunted by fears…
Captian's Log For Many Things, I Am Thankful Today 13 Nov 2025 Last night—no; late in the morning at the end of my dreams, half waking: You were there, again, alive, soft, and I was kissing you. I kissed you so many…
Captian's Log A Prayer 12 Nov 2025 I feel so empty in this place of fear, hollowed out, broken, worse for wear, and I'm on my knees, begging heaven. Let this pass, let this cup pass, and…
Captian's Log Arguing About Porn 5 Nov 202531 Oct 2025 Porn is, by its nature, an abuse of sex, a technological simulacrum of what should be a deep connection with another human being, a dance of heaven and earth turned…
Captian's Log The Right to Commit Murder 4 Nov 202531 Oct 2025 When the ghosts of the silenced speak,when the shadow of the aborted rise over uswill we find our way out of that darkness? Who will save us when we call?If…
Captian's Log Without Form and Void | A Response 3 Nov 202531 Oct 2025 I remember an old, atheist joke: "When one person hears a voice, that's schizophrenia, but when everybody hears a voice, it's religion." I'm tempted to reply, if everyone can hear…
Captian's Log Poem: 19th of October 2025 2 Nov 202529 Oct 2025 Please Read:19th of October 2025 https://tale-told.com/poems-2/19th-of-october-2025/
Captian's Log Suicide of Freedom 1 Nov 202529 Oct 2025 Saw this meme and flipped my lid. And my continuing problems with Libertarian philosophy are: 1. No accounting for the history behind things 2. No accounting for anthropology 3. No concept of…
Captian's Log With Fire 30 Oct 202528 Oct 2025 She shivered, stepping away from the dance. Goosebumps covered her otherwise naked flesh. It had not been what she thought. She felt so—what was the word?—empty. "You sold your soul,"…
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