Fuck All This Shit From The Mouth of Rage I tried being calm. I tried being positive. I tried breathing through it, reframing it, journaling it, pretending I was “above” it. Fuck all that. Some days aren’t about growth. They’re about endurance. And pretending otherwise is how people snap, spontaneously combust in a few short moments. Otherwise snap. They make a whole TV series on that. I’m Not Angry for No Reason Everyone wants to pathologize anger, like it’s not a normal condition, or should I say emotion. They like to call it: negative toxic unproductive something to
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The Ride Is the Point Rebel’s journal — torn page, oil-stained corner I don’t ride to escape people. I ride because people don’t come with me. There’s a difference. When the engine turns over, the world simplifies. Not because it gets smaller, because it gets honest. The noise falls into place. Wind. Asphalt. Throttle. Balance. Everything else either keeps up or gets left behind. Most things get left behind. Why I Ride Riding isn’t a hobby. It’s a sorting mechanism. On a bike, there’s no room for pretending. You can’t multitask. You can’t perform. You can’t scroll your
A Magnificent Disaster From above, it almost looks intentional. One Bad Maa stands over the Realm like a god who didn’t plan perfection, only survival. Below her, the world she built moves, burns, argues, laughs, collides. Every corner alive with motion. Every shadow holding a version of her she once needed. People think creators design worlds to escape their lives. That’s a lie. Worlds get built because real life was too heavy to carry all at once. So it gets split. Creation Isn’t Imagination — It’s Translation The Realm didn’t come from fantasy. It came from compression. Too
Bad Breed Maa New Year’s Bash Same Chaos. Sharper Teeth. No Apologies. The clock struck midnight and the world pretended something magical happened. Confetti fell. Glasses clinked. People hugged strangers and promised themselves they’d become softer, calmer, quieter versions of who they’ve been fighting all year to survive as. The Realm doesn’t do that. In the Realm, New Year’s isn’t a reset. It’s a reckoning. The fireworks don’t symbolize hope here, they’re a warning shot. Because when the calendar flips, the masks fall off. The Lie of the New Year Every year, the same lie circulates like
Money Moves Aren’t Motivational — They’re Relational (Why Your New Year’s Resolution Keeps Ghosting You) Every January, people swear this year will be different. Different budget. Different discipline. Different bank balance. And by February? Same overdraft. Same stress. Same excuses wearing a new hoodie. Here’s the part nobody wants to admit: Money doesn’t respond to motivation. It responds to relationship. You don’t “fail” at money because you’re lazy. You fail because you keep treating money like a toxic situationship instead of a system you actually show up for. The Lie of the New Year Reset The calendar
Manifestation Is Just Commitment With Better Timing A Vex Perspective Everyone wants to manifest a life. Very few people want to live like it’s already theirs. That’s the part nobody talks about. That’s the part that looks unhinged from the outside. That’s the part that gets mislabeled as “magic” because calling it choice plus repetition makes people uncomfortable. I didn’t manifest this life by wishing. I manifested it by moving first and letting reality scramble to keep up. And yes , it looked chaotic. It still does. That doesn’t mean it wasn’t intentional. Manifestation Starts With Identity, Not
I’m Not Broken — I’m Overstimulated A Realm-Wide Incident Report There are days when nothing is technically wrong. No crisis. No meltdown. No tears on the floor. And yet… everything feels like too much. Too loud. Too close. Too many inputs happening at once. That’s not weakness. That’s overstimulation. The Realm learned this the hard way. One Bad Maa (Keeper of the Realm) The Keeper noticed it first. Not emotionally , logistically. Her patience ran out before her strength did. Her tolerance hit zero while her capability stayed intact. She wasn’t sad. She wasn’t hormonal. She wasn’t
Petty Magic 101 A Class by Vex (Attendance Mandatory, Consent Optional) Vex would like to clarify something before we begin. Petty magic is not “low-level” magic. It is precision magic. And it is vastly misunderstood. Petty magic isn’t about destruction. It’s about inconvenience with intent. It’s the art of small, targeted chaos. The kind that doesn’t burn the Realm down, just reminds everyone who’s paying attention. Vex started teaching Petty Magic after realizing the other Bad Breed Maa’s had absolutely no respect for personal space, personal property, or personal boundaries. So she educated them. Magically.
Getting It In While the Realm Is on Fire A One Bad Maa Reality, Observed by Vex There is no “quiet time” in the Realm. There is no perfect window. No peaceful stretch. No soft music playing while everyone respectfully leaves you alone. There are goblins. There are interruptions. There is always someone asking for something exactly when you pick up the weight. And somehow… you still get it in. One Bad Maa doesn’t wait for ideal conditions to train. If she did, she’d never move again. The Realm doesn’t pause just because her body needs
Anger Isn’t the Problem, Direction Is… A Rage Perspective on Mindset People are terrified of anger. They treat it like a flaw. Like something that needs to be fixed, softened, medicated, or apologized for. Rage doesn’t buy that. Anger isn’t chaos by default. Unfocused anger is. There’s a difference. Rage learned early that anger is information. It shows up when: A boundary has been crossed Something is being tolerated too long Energy is being wasted Truth is being ignored Anger doesn’t appear randomly. It arrives with data. Most people panic when they feel it. Rage listens.