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January 30, 2025 at 2:06 AM
Ah , in the middle of the night, do your gloves fight?
No, it's the middle of the day, and they will stay that way.
I can't put my finger on it, but they will.
No, it's the middle of the day, and they will stay that way.
I can't put my finger on it, but they will.
January 30, 2025 at 1:31 AM
Ah , in the middle of the night, do your gloves fight?
No, it's the middle of the day, and they will stay that way.
I can't put my finger on it, but they will.
No, it's the middle of the day, and they will stay that way.
I can't put my finger on it, but they will.
All the text posts under pictures and are from somewhere in my mind stimulated by I don't remember what and the pictures I added were ones I admired and then seemed to suit the written.
January 17, 2025 at 4:01 AM
All the text posts under pictures and are from somewhere in my mind stimulated by I don't remember what and the pictures I added were ones I admired and then seemed to suit the written.
I've paid my geld to the Republicans and I come to collect the death tax.
She is pale, death is, no blood, no heart, no soul, just the rattle of a cold cold wind.
She is pale, death is, no blood, no heart, no soul, just the rattle of a cold cold wind.
January 17, 2025 at 1:25 AM
I've paid my geld to the Republicans and I come to collect the death tax.
She is pale, death is, no blood, no heart, no soul, just the rattle of a cold cold wind.
She is pale, death is, no blood, no heart, no soul, just the rattle of a cold cold wind.
And Death rode in on a Pale horse, with brown hair, boney arms and a rictus smile, I've come in from the bad lands
and soon they will be the dead lands.
and soon they will be the dead lands.
January 17, 2025 at 1:23 AM
And Death rode in on a Pale horse, with brown hair, boney arms and a rictus smile, I've come in from the bad lands
and soon they will be the dead lands.
and soon they will be the dead lands.
Home is where the heart is, on bus, on train or plane, cause it knows where it is going, it doesn't stop for rain.
January 17, 2025 at 1:14 AM
Home is where the heart is, on bus, on train or plane, cause it knows where it is going, it doesn't stop for rain.
Enlightenment comes to the deserving, sometimes in a dream. Love comes to the enlightened, sometimes in a dream.
January 17, 2025 at 1:12 AM
Enlightenment comes to the deserving, sometimes in a dream. Love comes to the enlightened, sometimes in a dream.
Nature, doesn't always leave us, a choice.
January 17, 2025 at 1:07 AM
Nature, doesn't always leave us, a choice.
It is a work in progress, titled, "Chaos, Is it necessary or just Satisfying." from the Book of Cat , Chapter 1, Understanding your Kitty.
January 17, 2025 at 1:05 AM
It is a work in progress, titled, "Chaos, Is it necessary or just Satisfying." from the Book of Cat , Chapter 1, Understanding your Kitty.
When every thing is grey, look for the lights, when everything is rainy, look for the glisten,
if you want to be Northern, look for the listen.
January 17, 2025 at 1:03 AM
When every thing is grey, look for the lights, when everything is rainy, look for the glisten,
if you want to be Northern, look for the listen.
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes, a Latin quote: "Who will guard the guardians?" Can "Planners" anticipate problems as well as successes?
Since the world and the people in it learn by trial and error, no.
Since the world and the people in it learn by trial and error, no.
January 17, 2025 at 1:01 AM
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes, a Latin quote: "Who will guard the guardians?" Can "Planners" anticipate problems as well as successes?
Since the world and the people in it learn by trial and error, no.
Since the world and the people in it learn by trial and error, no.
Every window has a view, what you see is light, the dark only sees itself, if all you see is pain then light will burn,
when light becomes you, then you will be free.
when light becomes you, then you will be free.
January 17, 2025 at 12:59 AM
Every window has a view, what you see is light, the dark only sees itself, if all you see is pain then light will burn,
when light becomes you, then you will be free.
when light becomes you, then you will be free.
With one eye you see what you see, with two eyes one becomes one.
January 17, 2025 at 12:51 AM
With one eye you see what you see, with two eyes one becomes one.
I view your work like a mobius strip dipped in rainbow glitter, everywhere I look it
becomes something different, fantastical, fun, which circles back like a roller coaster
for more that is the same but not.
becomes something different, fantastical, fun, which circles back like a roller coaster
for more that is the same but not.
January 17, 2025 at 12:43 AM
I view your work like a mobius strip dipped in rainbow glitter, everywhere I look it
becomes something different, fantastical, fun, which circles back like a roller coaster
for more that is the same but not.
becomes something different, fantastical, fun, which circles back like a roller coaster
for more that is the same but not.
They are not really gone, they go to that place you see them looking at in "the other there"
and when they get there they send back that other self to visit you by walking across your
bed covers late in the night deep, just to let you know, love doesn't leave.
and when they get there they send back that other self to visit you by walking across your
bed covers late in the night deep, just to let you know, love doesn't leave.
January 17, 2025 at 12:40 AM
They are not really gone, they go to that place you see them looking at in "the other there"
and when they get there they send back that other self to visit you by walking across your
bed covers late in the night deep, just to let you know, love doesn't leave.
and when they get there they send back that other self to visit you by walking across your
bed covers late in the night deep, just to let you know, love doesn't leave.
If you are beautiful inside, let it out, the outside is just waiting there,
a canvas to be painted, a voice to share, a smile that says yes and eyes that shine
a canvas to be painted, a voice to share, a smile that says yes and eyes that shine
January 17, 2025 at 12:37 AM
If you are beautiful inside, let it out, the outside is just waiting there,
a canvas to be painted, a voice to share, a smile that says yes and eyes that shine
a canvas to be painted, a voice to share, a smile that says yes and eyes that shine
Ah, imperfection, so fickle that it flirts green, like leaves in the Spring.
January 17, 2025 at 12:36 AM
Ah, imperfection, so fickle that it flirts green, like leaves in the Spring.
Waiting, a period of time open at one end and closed on the other. What will we fill it with? Distraction or reflection.
January 17, 2025 at 12:27 AM
Waiting, a period of time open at one end and closed on the other. What will we fill it with? Distraction or reflection.
The "righteous" rarely are and waste their lives by trying to justify something that wasn't, isn't or never will be.
January 17, 2025 at 12:24 AM
The "righteous" rarely are and waste their lives by trying to justify something that wasn't, isn't or never will be.
How does one retain those things worth fighting for without doing the things we fight against.
January 17, 2025 at 12:24 AM
How does one retain those things worth fighting for without doing the things we fight against.
We take care of things we can reach
Other people take care of things they can reach.
Other people take care of things they can reach.
January 17, 2025 at 12:23 AM
We take care of things we can reach
Other people take care of things they can reach.
Other people take care of things they can reach.
Habit and rationalization, the pillars of justification,
there is no right , there is no wrong, just a faceless milling throng
there is no right , there is no wrong, just a faceless milling throng
January 17, 2025 at 12:23 AM
Habit and rationalization, the pillars of justification,
there is no right , there is no wrong, just a faceless milling throng
there is no right , there is no wrong, just a faceless milling throng
One wonders if ones imagination is limited by what one sees or by what one wants to see?
January 17, 2025 at 12:22 AM
One wonders if ones imagination is limited by what one sees or by what one wants to see?
It is always a battle between wants and needs. Examples of what works and what doesn't.
Where does a person acquire the experience to discern what is real and what isn't.
To belong is a pair of dark glasses that both protects and distorts.
Where does a person acquire the experience to discern what is real and what isn't.
To belong is a pair of dark glasses that both protects and distorts.
January 17, 2025 at 12:20 AM
It is always a battle between wants and needs. Examples of what works and what doesn't.
Where does a person acquire the experience to discern what is real and what isn't.
To belong is a pair of dark glasses that both protects and distorts.
Where does a person acquire the experience to discern what is real and what isn't.
To belong is a pair of dark glasses that both protects and distorts.