🦋"Let Us Slow Down"💀{Mixtape & Updates}
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Friday 22 May 2026
“Everyone is writing about all of this political stuff all day, and I’m over here like…. ‘I’mmma WrrrrritER! (making unrealistic deadlines, running behind, pushing myself to full speed, tripping myself up and getting nothing done!) also, stuck on ALL this quasi-productivity baby!”
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FRIDAY 22 MAY 2026
:::Listen: My ‘Lets Slow Down’ Mix Tape:::
Dear Chasers!…🦋
Alright!? I have a to write 8000 words today, roughly two essays to stay on track for meeting my deadline of 31 May 2026. All that information is in my recent letter update on PuttingMyLifeToWrites. It includes the revised PLAYLIST (mixtape) to accompany the upcoming PDF raw memoir (15 x essay) collection.
This infographic below gives a good overview of what its all about (or at least what the premise idea was when I first started it). It would be a really good poster but the fucking typo for the word ‘guilt’ on it has really twisted my tits (rubbed me up the wrong way) - I’m sooo annoyed by this!
I sent the first draft out quite bare but unfiltered. This blog version is finished and has been heavily edited. It includes my writing ‘routine’, procrastination and my first date with an ai assistant. Not quite but my thoughts about ai assisted writing have changed. I write about that detour here:
I’ve been making the schizophrenic space play tricks on my mind by creating this deadline and the words which have spilled out on the page. I'm convincing myself that I’ll die before this book is supposed to go out on 31 May 2026. It’s another exclusive PDF version for Substack only (paperback version on Amazon in the pipeline but maybe not with this or this time round!). Its also my relationship anniversary on the release date and a fucking Blue Moon to boot!! Surely this is the perfect combination, when things align, that means ‘Chasey is going to die!’ pfft….
My stupid little head man! Just the fact that I talk about getting my work to fit in some kind of box somewhere before I’m fitted for my box when I’m dead - I’m proper creeping myself out here. That said, I need to get started on something today. I’m up to the ‘EXTERNAL’ essay (see playlist contents - each song is assigned to an essay or introduction page, preface and even the fucking welcome note has a song!) FFS CHASEY!
As for the MUSE ghosting me. I have confirmation that the silly old cunt has let his girlfriend come back and live with him. So, I guess his workload will also be shoved to the side and put on the back burner! It was never my fault. I don’t really care anymore. I have nothing against the guy for ghosting me.
I stopped to ask myself, should I check in with him again in case his girlfriend blocked me and he isn’t in on it?
Did he get my last messages?
Do I even care?
I watched an old public video of a project he started that never amounted to nothing. I kept noticing odd little off-putting things about his appearance. I used to hang on his every fucking word and not die, now I was dying to not cringe as he was running his spiel ..yawn.. talking to the camera man, who either was filming him from a great height or a bad angle; I couldn’t work out which but this made the MUSE look like a small child, an angry odd-shaped kid, like the one from the Goonies I found him lovable as fuck!
My point is that it made me realise I didn’t want closure because the door had never been truely open, I still get the urge to bang and bang on the doorbell, and kick the fucker through to get in to love the MUSE. I still wanted to love him but when chunk comes to crunch, I think WHY THOUGH?
The MUSE is the Chunk to my Sloth! Hahaahh!
I wanted to love him for my own personal gain. I liked him but the love was the fantasy of the future, the love was for the potentially different person I would be if I was in love with him. I didn’t even care if he loved ME or not. Now, I’m worried about him in case the daft cunt is wondering if I’m some nutjob who will NEVER get over him or something. I will. I have. Thank you.
I learned a lot about LOVE & GHOSTING from this really cool article.
“Compassion without boundaries is not LOVE”.
Well, I DID love him so I’m implementing my boundaries now, better late than never. I haven’t stopped thinking how good I could love him but the feelings have subsided. I don’t love the person he is, it was all about lust. I mean I think my pussy might have been sabataging my mind a bit, knowing that “Big Mildred” wouldn’t dream of talking about love she just wanted cock but fat Chasey would.
OMFG ….PMSL… imagine referring to your fanny by its pet name, like a bad date asking what you call it, and you reply BIG fucking MILDRED urgggh! *sooo funny
Ok, less messing around, I must make haste not war! Take it easy! x
All for your aMUSEment💀
Best Wishes,
Chasey💀Delaney….x
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