Flesh of the Bite

Uploaded on 04/13/202504/12/2025 by Nagolbud

El Serpent Lies in Wait

No matter the effort to suppress and surpass, pride always seems to find a hole to inject the toxins deep inside. Fairing the storm hoping for the sun to shine, wasn’t until after the last rain drop hit the deck, a realization, there’s no water in the bucket left to drink. Looking back at the clouds, licking sand paper induced lips, maybe under the lightning was exactly where the need was to be.

A struggle of survival, whether it be the wilderness or mental thought process, dancing under the clap of thunder while the bass rings the bell of faith in a sanctuary where the gospel sings out. Wanting answers, justice, or maybe some peace, it’s never found in the place it supposed to hang out. Self abandonment concerning the situation being played on the big screen, a look in the mirror shows the skeleton of reflection hiding in the hull.

Turning the sails to face it head on, nothing left but a crusty smile and yellow teeth reflecting the light in an attempt to finalize the quest. A sip from the jug of rum with one hand at the helm, flying straight into the eye of the hurricane fomenting at the idea that it’s an adventure of growth you’ll never truly overcome.

Sincerely,
Nagolbud

Foraging a New Path

Uploaded on 02/16/202504/11/2025 by Nagolbud

Deeper Into the Void de Selva

Clearing away old vines and encroaching shadows, it’s easy to get stuck on a certain plot running through the mind. A situation or scenario that has no real impact on the future, however continues molesting the current thought process. The idea of opening a new door, or creating one, get’s lost in the mist of the jungle’s air.

One positive day however can change the entire atmosphere, uncovering a way for new philosophies to entertain and pass the time. Diving into something of uncertainty can certainly provide the opportunity, if one is willing to take action that will create the possibilities.

Finding myself rather exhausted, choosing the machete of fire rather than swinging the blade manually, my secret mansion starts to form in the mind. A dream of creation at the hands of raking leaves, they provide all the fuel I could ever need. With a fractured ankle the need to remain calm while moving through the giant tree roots and foliage keeps the realm at ease, while the breeze demonstrates a tranquility as it crosses over the leaves.

Finding a teacher of quietude among nature that’s easy to enjoy, the best part, not a single narcissistic society dweller can suck out that supply. True freedom in that peace is something even the most sociopathic can’t take away, regardless of their futile attempts at robbing the smile de selva. Spending more time out here swinging from the trees, creating the vibe of growth as new ideas keep sprouting from the earth.

Sincerely,
Nagolbud

Philosophy of the Rake

Uploaded on 11/10/202401/27/2025 by Nagolbud

External Validation vs Internal Joy

Many people waste their time chasing societies pre-determined validation escalator, an evolving ladder where each rung seems to present another. Ever reaching for something that can never be achieved, and if it is, it’s never worth the squeeze.

Accomplishing one step just leads to the demands of another, grabbing and pulling into the oblivion of self induced slavery. Wondering when the success or feelings of joy enter, another step is required to get there.

This is the difference between internal joy and external validation, hoping to impress others for some sort of cookie as your own interests get left behind. When confidence and actions are driven by something you value, joy is that feeling received upon hard work and personal values.

This is the eternal trap of society, autonomy and self-expression are lost for the wants of the many. Forgetting who we are, one day waking up with grey hair looking in the mirror. Success doesn’t have to come from years of providing the answers, sometimes it’s as easy as raking a few leaves and starting a fire. Pondering the questions can be more rewarding when we reach deep into the back of our minds, finding conclusions to things we’ve never entertained.

When it comes to the party we call life, sometimes it’s best not to invite the mosquitoes, a little smoke and a raked yard keep the blood suckers away. Today, I think I’ll call that a win, grab my fishing pole and kayak, trying my luck on the ocean. Perhaps a quick picnic with the chickens as we foment a plan to paint that big ol’ table when we have some time.

Sincerely,
Nagolbud

Oceanic Jungle Homestead

Uploaded on 09/26/202401/27/2025 by Nagolbud

The Building Begins (Again)

Something that has always been an escape from society for me, is homesteading. The joy of growing your own food, raising animals, seeing your hard work pay off, is extremely rewarding in a world that hates responsibility. Off on the land by yourself, doing your own thing, there is nothing quite like designing and implementing your own style of farm while trying to solve daily problems and improve the systems that generate your food and water.

I used to love uploading videos and clips from my daily journey, from unique DIY projects to free-range rabbits, it’s always been fun to join the conversation in these communities. However, after being banned multiple times from places like YouTube, losing years of video and time spent editing, uploading, and building a community, (before the days of easily backed up videos), I realized the internet has become a cesspool of trolling, hate, and censorship.

In an attempt to allow myself this outlet of creativity while maintaining some boundaries from the low IQ internet larping, I decided to setup a “Buy Me a Coffee”. If you’re interested in following along on the adventure and supporting my work, both on the homestead and creatively, I invite you to check out my page.

Sincerely,
Nagolbud

Into the Jungle

Uploaded on 09/08/202401/27/2025 by Nagolbud

When Society Only Demands

Sometimes I contemplate the fun I’ve had creating this website. Has anyone even figured out the ruse in front of them? Did my random writings lead to the awakening of a normie running on the ant hill treadmill? Probably not, just another crazy person ranting on the internet.. Creativity dead in a world that worships status and materialism until they’ve got nothing left to give. A world revolved around narcissism, my own mentality is the only thing that society seems unable to accept. Trying my best, tomorrow I disappear into the jungle in an effort to find something worth willing to give. Good luck fellow adventurers, I’ll see ya when the zombormie apocalypse guides you to the jungles of Mexico.

Sincerely,
Nagolbud