The angels were a frightening vision I had over a decade ago. It's something I just imagined vividly, so I didn't need to draw a picture of it. There was a row of them, they stood though completely in shut eye, not moving anywhere. These thoughts are things you want to forget.

Posted by at No comments:

I believe I can always do three times more wether it is true or not.

Posted by at No comments:

It is my hope that in the future Ukraine becomes a place the whole world needs to be, and it already feels that way.

Posted by at No comments:

The best command empowers the commanded. A command that makes a commander become able to decide.

Posted by at No comments:

I am chatty, Bill Hole is often silent. You really have a hard time reading him, except when he's happy and then he's a different guy.

Posted by at No comments:

Be careful what you wish for, especially if it has to do with power.

Posted by at No comments:

Humans are the most interesting of all there is, but the lord of the flies is not a good thing.

Posted by at No comments:

I only have a strong military ability because of a past life or what else explains it?

Posted by at No comments:

It is out of character for me give sage advice, but lots and lots of baby step, can bring us into new frontiers and beyond.

Posted by at No comments:

A mild experiment: 123567

Posted by at No comments:

People know how to live in such times as these we are in because of 2008. Not easy, but doable!

Posted by at No comments:

Thank you!😃!who ever sent me a gift from Poland.

Posted by at No comments:

Next! I saw the greatest display of rainbows I have ever seen on this day. Is this hope or gold or both. Hard times ahead with that said. Sure.

Posted by at No comments:

The polka dots are true, but not the pale blue. Nor hypnotic trees swaying the breeze. Honey drips and ocean beaches scream. A little luck is good to me!

Posted by at No comments:

What do I think I know. Slurping drunk in easy chair cars is reckless and not to be done.

Posted by at No comments:

Unconditional love, super virginity social clubs are popping up all over California causing badly rusted fleets of hate groups to sink into the ocean, releasing full economic power to its bee hive.

Posted by at No comments:
Subscribe to: Posts (Atom)

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.