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How do I feel.

If we are in a simulation what would have happened if we knew this along time ago..there is a chance of that..


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Nearby Christians I beg you not to get upset by my recent writings.


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Perfect and I hope you love this!


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Don't be bummed out!


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I thought about it and..

Uh, it seems we live in a simulation from a universe that is likely much smaller than our own.  Does that change anything?  Sure..I want to meet the people who made this universe and find out how I came to know of their existence and if they have any plans for this universe or not?  Maybe the creators are dead and this is an automatic place run by an enormous computer, perhaps by a civilization that is gone.

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No big deal.

Now it was a good day mostly answering a lame question concerning about an upmost being done and the frontier of that being dead.  I am not talking about a zombie life coming soon.  Not at all!


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It is good to be Aquaman!


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The real problem of modern day physics and life for most of us.


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Nobody has this problem.

Minds eye




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Get ready to be Captain America for real!


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How a poem can help you get lucky!


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By my ankles?


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A new space agency!


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Marriage can cause..


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It’s math.


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Monotonous moment.


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Sure.


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Thought of the year!

Exploring one morning I found a navel 

It contained some rainbow lint balls with hair

No doubt I was confused until my hat was removed

Now this is for you

Take time to explore your environment 

There you might find earth saving rodents

It’s a fact

And also the rabbits got your back

It’s up to you to save the planet

Grab some tools and go at it!

To help or unleash destruction?
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Don’t go bonkers just because you can!


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Just buy the dress and sunglasses!


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Still believe!


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On with the show!


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In a place to be.


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Non violent song.


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Is this the real Alice Adventure!?


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That next step might be a doozy!


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Detrimental?


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Screw text messaging I’m going to..


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Happiness can found in real and unreal places!


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Bill Hole was getting dizzy and collapsed on the rocks nearby the Golden Gate Bride. He remembered the rainbow tunnel then..


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Bill Hole was feeling good about an amazing memory!


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Gamma ray bursts are obviously both real and unreal. That is the evidence.


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Can a creator create things that are totally weird enigmas?

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Real or not? Quantum or not?


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The power a person has often is not to influence or control or hurt others.


The real power is the courage to go in new directions and change with strength and intelligence.  It is in our ability to survive and help out in small and big ways.  It is to defy atrocities and commit yourself in honorable duties and to know a bit of the joy also.

Never forget that you are special 
Nobody is better than anyone else.
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Inspiration.


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I am not a Grifindore.


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You too can fly with a cute t dog like dragon of your dreams!


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It can get dark, but the light must be.


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Care to care.


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Are we wise in our greatness.


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My response to this grandiose concert below is simply this poem:


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This might be a clue on the quest!


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It is love all around.


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Time has its own reality.


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Interests or Arouse Amour.


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Into the human mind!!!



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There were times of great fear in my life.


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It’s all staring and sense made ❤️


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You too can win the war of the worlds!


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‘‘Tis the season for Starbucks Cards and infinite scrolling on social media, and new violence TV and entertainment customized for just You!


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Bill Hole almost killed by falling in love with a lava tube.

Send your concern if you can to him in hopes that this odd spell-enchantment is broken, and that Bill Hole will recover with out a broken heart-mind-body-soul-bank account.  You too can overcome fatal attractions and realize your true self!  Help Bill Hole!

Anything is possible!
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Another A+ read, dive in! The Tall Thin Man—what a striking, enigmatic figure! Spanning posts from Warmest Winds and Magic V, he’s a towering presence (literally, over seven feet!) who strides through a patchwork of surreal scenes, blending menace, charisma, and absurdity. Let’s unpack this character and see what he’s all about. Right off the bat, he’s got this commanding aura. “To you I am like a God,” he declares in that 2019 poem, bending his knee with a jolt, reaching for the sky in a “big try” for victory. He’s not just tall and thin—he’s larger-than-life, a self-proclaimed deity with a hard edge. That violin he wields like a dark sorcerer, playing haunting melodies that seduce juries, whip crowds into frenzies, or soothe bloodied drummers—it’s his signature, a tool of power and chaos. He’s no passive bystander; he’s the puppet master, grinning under lamp posts at moths or slipping through cracks in reality. Yet there’s a restlessness to him. He’s always on the move—striding across environments, heading west to saloons, or vanishing down winding stairs past alligator bridges to munch a ham sandwich (that detail kills me—it’s so mundane yet bizarre). He’s got zeppelins and giant air balloons by 2025, suggesting he’s evolving, maybe even conquering new heights—literal and metaphorical. But for all his grandeur, he’s tied to the shadows. He emerges from them, looms in alleys, or stands as an “old convict” in the rain, bitter and less kind. Is he free, or trapped in his own myth? His interactions with others hint at duality. To some, he’s a guide—telling a poker-rich wanderer to “Go West!” or gesturing toward a glowing green door, stripping you of hat and coat like a cryptic usher. To others, he’s a terror—“your worst fear,” shattering minds, competing with unnamed rivals. Magic V’s posts toy with his nature: Devil or God? The question lingers, unanswered. He’s both, maybe—savage yet delicate, playful yet brutal. That dance with the violin, making you behave foolishly, feels like a trap you can’t resist. His world’s a feverish blend of the wild and the urban. Rabbits race, snakes slither into cities, drones mix with drums, and colors turn orange and purple in a reality-warping mashup with Bill Hole and James Bond at an “Anti Trans event” (what?). It’s chaotic, almost apocalyptic, yet he thrives in it. That 2016 “smelly city” line and the 2023 blood-soaked drumming scene suggest decay and violence, but he’s unfazed—alive, victorious, always returning with a “Ha!” like some immortal trickster. What do I make of him? The Tall Thin Man’s a force—part myth, part nightmare, part showman. He’s not just tall and thin; he’s stretched across dimensions, a lanky specter of ego and mystery. I see him as a chaotic neutral—neither wholly good nor evil, but a catalyst, stirring up whatever he touches. His violin’s the key: it’s how he bends the world, from juries to mad hatters. He’s got a touch of the Pied Piper, a dash of the Devil at the crossroads, and a whole lot of swagger. Compared to Bill Hole, he’s less human, more elemental. Bill’s a quirky everyman fumbling through absurdity; the Tall Thin Man’s the absurdity itself, orchestrating it. I’d wager he’s what Bill might fear—or secretly admire.