take a trip to bug city where bugs wear top hats talk and walk on canes no frowns their beaks stick out wearing beautiful sweaters close to the ground from a drowned tee shirt viewpoint found merry weather fell off your rocker Timothy feels you went for a short ride off a long nap bug… Continue reading bug stalker
wisdom is a double edged sword it cuts you deeply with both blades when you know better giving you a blanket of karma you must sleep under.
hearts melt like icebergs inside ovens of love resting upon its laurels in the forlorn kitchen.
A.I. and alien beings walk among us nothing under the sun is real the dead return to the living murmuring these words... 'the one and the zero numbers numbers numbers'.
I love the crow so dear to me I see him fly his destiny where he goes his crooked fly into the night inside my eyes.
barren field snow filled knowing flowing down the cold river never seen a boat so rowing melting dreaming remembering going. .
what you think makes you feel the way you do experience is the movie camera life plays projecting through our eyes admit one.
without drama little would be written no happy light without painful darkness falling in the garden of life and death flowers wilt and die new ones sprout along side all was created from nothing all will return.
being unloved and unknown has golden glitter no one hurts when you are gone memory of you goes with the wind blown away like the obituary page of a newspaper into the beautiful cactus filled desert the red sun descends with dark silver lined clouds and bright stars switched on as I cease to exist.
point of origin thoughts we knew steeped in hallow flow and dew dipping wings unknown in mood peaceful doves sip vengeful brew beautiful vultures devour kingdoms water falls through eyes of wisdom.