The mixes of my mind gave way to so many lies, landing on the grounding of my last thought. The last one that killed individuality and brought the hive mentality to one swarm that rapes and pillages. No. This is not what we do. We stop before the hoard of Gremlins and orcs and monsters […]Read More Wait a minute….
Congratulations, you made it all happen for yourself, all without spending money, all for just knowing how to use street smarts with the law and value ethics over greed, I have no debt, thus people think I’m rich, but my wealth is so spread out with different friends of all creeds. I don’t take what […]Read More Made it
“The applications of our modern era have so many layers of listening devices, I wonder what parts are necessary to keep recording. I understand National Security protocol to a certain extent, but I have ascertained, to a certain degree, that we are selling our personal daily diaries of activities and records of our dialogue to […]Read More E.S.P Net-Work
“What did we do to end up here? This place, this unholy area that hides the truth from the public eye, how did this happen to us? What made my writing get my family and friends and I into a space that is out of touch with the way things used to be? I pushed […]Read More How did this start again?
What do you got that I don’t have? What can we trade to get what I need? So you don’t mix me up with you, So I don’t forget who I am, so you don’t lose me ever again;What can we share to show off the value of friendship, what can I get out of […]Read More Masters of Trading Which for What.
Take a journey with me…Read More Pods of Nature
Brush-strokes, and swipes, and marks and skids, tracks, sprays and displays of affection. Is this public or privately owned at all? Is my domain virtually indestructible and moving with my engine and its software? Is there a resonation that we need to tune into, and what makes this object so appropriately connected? I started writing […]Read More Composites
“Running around the ways I used to get used by, rubbing the bark off these trees with my rack, my antlers that certify my status as wild life, protected by the nation, the spirit of american dreams, the theta, not the beta, this is not the tutorial, this ain’t the trial version, this is the […]Read More Antlers from a buck.
“so there was once a trade known as gardening inn the land; this art form of cultivating food for the family, creating a peace treaty with nature so we may live in homeostasis, a balance know to quadrepeds who give birth through the canal of honoring the divine feminine while worshipping the sacred masculine. no, […]Read More gardening for the dust
Mourning after post mortum depression or maybe post traumatic stress disorder has failed me again…oh the dreaded labels of mental instability and their insufficient funds on the taxing of my brain chemical balancing act. These AlphaNuMericano fusions of parabolic thought process are all that keep me sane these days. I know it must be […]Read More Foundations