The Train of Thought

I'm tired.

I may have missed one week, but I got plenty left. So, we cool, right??Anyway,Hope you enjoy!

Better late than never.Hope you enjoy :)

Here it is y'all: the second part of chapter three. This time, with sinuses fully unblocked!Hope you enjoy!

This chapter will be split into two. Partly because it makes for more episodes, partly because it will leave room for future authors' commentary, but mostly because my nose decided to fill itself with mucus halfway through this episode.Regardless, I hope you enjoy!

After listening to this episode myself, I just realized I refer to Billie with the wrong pronoun once. It will now take the rest of my day to emotionally recover from this.Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

In this new series, I will be reading the first draft of my new book “Good Company”. It will be unedited, perhaps even a bit rough, but it will be fun.Thanks for listening!

A little recap of things that happened around me this year.

It's been a while, hasn't it?

Felt a little anxious. Yapping for a few minutes helped. Thanks for listening.

This one is dedicated to my friends at work :)

I wonder what I'll have to say in a year.

After this episode is up, I'll make another one straight away.

I wrote this episode when I felt terrible. I recorded it weeks later, when I felt a lot better.

I miss you, grandpa… Always will. May those white birds watch over you.

What's this old man yappin about?

I dunno how you keep getting these recordings... However you do it, you may wanna lower your volume for this one.

What the hell is going on in your local area, my guy??

Whoever left this voicemail clearly hadn't acces to the newest of phones. Oh well, it's the message that counts anyway.

A short story written by me. And 'cause of my new mic and my newfound courage to sing, perhaps my best episode to date.

All I know for sure, is that I ain't planning on joining the 27 club.

I wrote and recorded this episode around midnight. It's just one of *those* days, I suppose…

I'm praying I'll never run dry.

This is more of a scripted mic test than an actual episode. Regardless, I hope you enjoy. Longer content coming real soon :)

Be sure to always have a belt on you. Always.

A lot has happened, indeed.

I originally wrote this episode because I was failing at finding a job. I rewrote it after I found one. I also rewrote it because I feel better than I did back then.

Rest in Power, young man.

This new series will be exactly like "An Actual Train of Thought". Only difference is that this series has a script. And a microphone. And less tangents. And more coherency.

I, for one, am somebody who is proud of my current upload schedule.

At Least I know you are listening.

You don't have to answer. I know you're doing great.

Previous episode was all over the place. This one is all over the place as well, but the surface area is smaller.

You know the drill. I talk about my thoughts, and you listen. I mean, you are listening right?

I take some of your time to talk about friends. Thanks for listening.

Okay, this will be the final episode I'll make on january 1st. Pinky promise.

I recorded this on january 1st, but it'll go live in a week from that day. Perhaps this will make Mr. Algorithm like me more.

At some parts of this episode you'll hear water trickling down. That's not me taking a piss. That's the house moving water through the pipes. I wouldn't dare pee while talking to you, I don't *know* know you like that, you know?

There are statizens walking around with collars. Here's what I found out about them…

Introductions and that one time I turned into a rat.

I talk a little bit about how my life has gone so far, but mostly I give unsolicited life advice, as I often do. I also look at a guy peeing in the bushes.

A poem I wrote. It's about Christmas.

I wrote this. Someone else will hear it. Probably.

Not me forgetting to upload this episode for weeks.

Specifically, the lack of Romance in Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes, and how it made me feel.

A poem I wrote while contemplating my creative endeavors.

A poem I wrote at three in the morning.

Anger is a powerful override.

For whoever wanted to know what I think about today's world, here ya go.

I at first intended to record this for one of my friends, but I might as well upload it here, right? Right?

Yes, this is a game Playthrough without any visuals…. No one can say I don't do experimental stuff.