The weather conditions east of the Mississippi be like:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rog8ou-ZepE

And now for my criticism of the Far-left. House, feds probe Ilhan Omar's skyrocketing wealth after the 9 billion dollar Somali social service fraud scandal in her district. Omar's explanation: The bean pie business has been doing very well lately, especially when the weather turns colder.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xW2lzk5_JWM

Cold weather is settling in. That's okay, because NecromancerJoe and Nines_Rodriguez posts keep me warm at night!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rqnw5IfbZOU

"Blond Noir Of Nightstreet." Anytime is an awesome time for goth. I went out on a November night back in 2023 to at last follow up on the Blond Noir using this cool shopping background I used in a nearby town close to Laurie. I took advantage of the LED street lights for the backdrop while it was at the late-night hours, with no people or car traffic to be any problem. The weather for that month was just right for this crossplay, and all I had to do was just look natural in my black and blonde's best and let the timer on the Olympus do the rest. That, and I edited it on Photo Scape for the classic Black and White style that makes goths look even better. As for a pre-Halloween goth? I say goth looks good just about anytime.
#blackamdwhitephotography #goth #gothic #gothgirl #leotard #fishnets #prehalloween #cosplay #crossplay #nightphoto

It seems a shadow of misfortune follows me. I've come to expect it: a fleeting moment of light is always chased away by a familiar storm, pulling me back under with brutal force.

What truly unnerves me is the silence within. The emotional echo of these disasters has faded to nothing. I am a dry well—events that should summon a flood of tears now barely register. Is this resilience, or is it erosion? My psyche, to save itself, seems to have severed the wires, leaving me feeling like an spectator in my own tragicomedy, muttering, 'This can't be real.'

I observe my life as through a thick, silent pane of glass. The impact is muted, the meaning distant. I am a curious stranger to my own apathy, asking, 'What happens when you simply have nothing left to feel?'

Is this emptiness making me stronger, or is it the void before the collapse? I built these walls stone by stone for protection, but now they encircle me. They keep the world's anguish out. The question is no longer about weathering the storm, but whether I am fortified within a sanctuary, or entombed within a cell of my own making.