They say you are what you eat, if that’s the case then I must be egg.

I feel the rumbling in the distance. A screaming of sorts. The kind that prompts urgent attention. There’ll be mud southbound.

I’m at the end of my rope, waiting for the sudden stop. But the wind keeps moving past my face. The bar I tied it to keeps lowering. Society keeps drawing a new line in the sand. The very first line has worn away from the tides long ago. A forgotten memory of standards forgotten.

Life can’t give you lemons, lemons are man made. I’d be happier if life gave me coconuts.

The mission of them is vile and hateful.
The mission of them is selfish and cruel.
The mission of them is all kinds of painful.
Rejecting so they can make one penny more.
Infecting so we know nothing but this.
We are we are tired and done, and now we remove.

Looking back at my camping trip to the deep mountains of Colorado

Sometimes I dream of electric waves.
A sea of blue and red.
Terrifying yet beautiful.
Inconceivable yet so natural.
The fish are made of copper and gold.
The silica shores of life and death.
A place where life will never be.
A place where the beauty cannot be touched by man.
Sometimes I dream.

Ahoy!!