What is the Stantonian Association of Interesting People?

My friends, this blog is dedicated to those men and women who go out of their way to be remarkably interesting. In other words, all of those fascinating Stanton students (or, in the rarest of cases, students from other schools) can join this blog to appreciate creative writing developed by us students. I, Braden Beaudreau, the creator of this blog, will post my past, present, and future works on this website, and those who join and comment will get the same opportunities. May all of you live in happiness and peace, and never forget: being interesting is the only way to stand out from the masses.

Monday, December 1, 2025

Bash

 $ sudo fix my life

life: permission denied, permission denied


$ fix --force my_life

fix: command not found


$ process --quit "processing why"

why: returning error codes

error: codes written by user, cannot debug


$ echo $SELF

SELF: command not found



$ bash bash bash

bash: bash: command not found

bash: but aggression continues


$ velocity --age=35

warning: years.log too large

Large file detected: truncate? [Y/N]

N

N

N

(truncating anyway…)



$ BASH --head --against unmovable_object

object_permanence.exe: stopped responding


$ chmod 777 /future

chmod: changing permissions of '/future': Read-only file system


$ bash

$ bash

$ bash

#!/bin/bash



$ history | grep happiness

  2  happiness

 47  happiness

481  happiness

warning: 481 days since last match



$ right-click

right-click: command not found


$ refresh

refresh: nothing to refresh


$ ctrl-alt-delete

ctrl-alt-delete: no such keybinding


$ tar -czf me.tar.gz me/

me.tar.gz: archived

status: still executing loops


$ while true; do exist; done

loop: iteration continues

loop: iteration continues

loop: iteration continues



$ ping reality

Request timeout.


$ ping -T reality

Request timeout.


$ sudo ping reality

ping: Reality: host unreachable


$ man life

No manual entry for life


$ woman life

Very funny, but still no manual


$ help

help: help [-DMS] [pattern ...]



$ BASH --head --against immutable_constants

immutable_constants: TIME, DEATH, TAXES


$ open taxes.pdf

open: taxes.pdf: corrupted file


$ kill -9 $(grep aging /proc/*)

aging: Operation not permitted


$ modify --void root_access

error: no root privileges found


$ rm -rf /*

rm: remove everything? [y/N] y

rm: cannot remove '/': Permission denied



$ exit

There are stopped jobs.


$ exit

There are stopped jobs.


$ EXIT

THERE ARE STOPPED JOBS.


$ sudo shutdown -H now

shutdown: now is relative

warning: resolve path?

relative path or absolute path?

path: not found


$ find_self --infinite-loop

loop: while life; bash; end

loop: while life; bash; end

Tuesday, October 28, 2025

Refresh rate

Another notification — *syn-sin-synthetic* house,  

House I’ll never own; my numbers flicker in the count.  

    Account still buffering from the years I meant to start,  

        Start.exe —  

            tomorrow’s corrupt,  

                tomorrow’s late.


Late-night glow — I’m breathing through the screen,  

Screen bleeds stories, they dissolve digital skin,  

Skin to glass —  

        between the lockdown  

                today.


Still got same saved searches from twenty-nineteen,  

Nineteen ghosts in the machine I’ll answer when I’m ready,  

Ready never loads —  

        just spinning,  

                spinning.


        Bio-bio-biological clock —  

                tiktok  

                    TikTok


My flesh still renders in the in-between.  

Cart’s full of futures  (I never check out),  

Out of practice being thirty-something*,  

    *(thirty-nothing, twenty-something, data-humming)  

Still refreshing for a lucid dream.


Friends uploaded babies::I upload another lease,  

Lease expires when my avatar degrades,  

    Degrades like expectations  

        into yesterday’s cache,  

Cache of selves — yesterday bleeds into today,  

Today I’ll close the tabs from lives I’ll never take,  

Take another year to be the person I’ll remake,  

        Remake —  

            error:  

                file not found.


Make believe I’m not still using my ex’s streaming,  

Streaming through the same shows from before the glitch,  

Glitch in status but my status never changes —  

    never changes,  

        changes,  

            ch-ch-changes — changes?


My code still loops through the in-between.  

Cart’s full of selves but I never check out,  

Out of practice being flesh-and-something.


Seraphim swipes left on meat-space growing,  

Growing old in blue-light cathedral,  

    Cathedral where tomorrow breaks the scroll,  

        Scroll through ghosts who never log off  

            from my mind,  

Mind.exe —  

        twenty-nine forever  

            *forever.9*  

                *forever.99*  

                    *forever.999*


Another notification —  

    world.keep.moving,  

Moving without me — still buffering behind the glass,  

Glass between my breath  

        what’s real,  

                Real.restart();  

                    // morning ++


    *(tik-tok-tok-tok)*


The bio-logical clock,  

    *(SYSTEM:-tik--tok…)*  

Still refreshing for a different life,  

Life.exe —  

        maybe this time I’ll load.  

            If not —  

                let the signal fail


                    *(Connection lost)*