origin of lump

may your cycles end

I was told “write what you know.” It’s self-absorbed navelgazing, but all I know is what I’ve been through.

Well, actually, I don’t really know myself very well. But in the process of figuring that out, I’ve had a lot of interesting experiences.

Someone recently asked me if I named myself Lump online because of being dumpy. I did not take it as an insult. I am dumpy. I’m humpty, too, and I’ve had a great fall.

I said, “I am reclaiming the dumpiness.”

It didn’t start out this way.

In 2018, my father died. I went to twitter as I spiraled into psychosis. I named myself “lovely lady lumpenprole” as a music-related word joke. On that account, around the beginning of Covid, I got my first viral tweet.

As time went on, the “lumpenprole” shortened to “lumpy” and then “lump.” I didn’t want anyone assuming I actually knew Marxism very well. Well, I tried reading Marx. I’m still trying to read Marx. I’m ignorant of theory. My lived experiences informed my views. Some think this isn’t enough. Sure. That’s fine. Don’t be an asshole to me about it, though.

There were more things I could do with an apolitical, agender moniker. Lump, like a lump of sugar. Lump, like grouping things together. Lump, like a lump sum. Lump, like lumpy space princess. Lump, like the song by the Presidents of the United States of America. That one’s my personal favorite.

One of my distant relatives is President of Trinidad and Tobago. Haha. Sorry. I’m a namedropper. I, uh, don’t get along with my family.

Reader, excuse me a moment to tell you: I’m high and this writing won’t be organized. This is just consciousness doing its thing. Stream-of-consciousness-entry.

Trying to change the way I think by writing longerform. I used to do this before, when I was younger. Twitter broke my brain.

Back to me.

Hi, I’m Lump.

And I have information leading to the arrest of my development. I’m an infohazard. Toward myself, mostly. But it leaks.

You are an infohazard too. Everyone around us. Everyone’s truths. Everyone’s shadows and secrets. The shit that will give you “brainworms.”

I’m sorry. I’m doing it again. Nothing dark is happening. I’m tapping into whatever the planets got for me this week. The woo stuff. It’s a kind of energy. This one’s got darkness. Shadow-work. Something stirring.

I’m riding the waves.

Surfing the reality distortion fields.

Breaking a chain of a karma cycle I keep repeating.

Shaping my own reality.

This last lunar eclipse closed a cycle and shined a light on others that still exist. The eclipse itself was only visible to half the earth. Many more cycles to be broken.

May your cycles of destruction end.

May your cycles of self-hate end.

May your cycles of harm to others end.

May your cycles of harm to yourself end.