It was one the first hotels in California, and rather expensive also. This gave him a plot to win money from the miners who were foolish as their gold. So he bet them he could spend all his money at the hotel and come out fine soon after. Little did they know he was related to one of the owners. So weeks later the family was much richer. A true story from the wild west. Never bet a Hyman in Fulton.

Jewels melt in the rain to be forgoten.

The mood of nature past tense

We are all mad in wonderland!

The King was fond of jam, but preferred the petting zoo, for his favorite goose sings fine tunes..

Dogs and sheep! That's what its all about!

Fools gold or lord jim? The battle of wtf!

Russian leaders must know they can't underestimate its opposition. They can't keep pretending they have the upper hand. I don't understand the strategy of flipping the table around, its tiring.

So Mark has answers? Since the pandemic there has been challenges galore. Now new strangeness! It is my strange situation so it can't relate to yours. I had to run away a few months ago to come to grips with this. My life took an unexpected turn. Turning around was not an option. Never heard of my paradox before, so weird, I wish I was informed.

I believe there are over 25 active hate groups in las Angeles. Correct me if I am wrong. After the two temple shootings today will the District Attorney do something?

Killing us softly, but here we go!

Fake Places.

Family or disorder?

The moon is changing shape!

Sneezer was the wrong name, it made him disliked and he knew why! Parents wanted to ruin his pandemic! He always wore a mask and gave eight feet. Alas his name was a curse suddenly.

Long ago I would cruise on my bike. I was alive and the park seemed mine. My head spun by lush crazy plant growth. The city with its unspoken troubles would vanish for five miles and back. And no car people laughed!

State your case in a comment section if you think you deserve the Better World Award! Reminder: A track record is required showing at least 1/3 of your life devoted to bigger things then oneself.

Though I like a good cheese, the second commandment prevents me from seeing a holy object.

If someone gave you a bag of falsehoods what would you do with it?

My number system can depress or inspire a person. The odds in life are against most people is suggested. It may appear that someone has it good, but that can be very deceiving. What kind of evil is causing this? I wish I knew. Perhaps we are fallen or we have lost our way. I say: Don't give up, or give into darkness. Move forwards.

Is Aquaman really the actor?

Finally!

Bestvday ever!

The low point in the political debate is when she resorted to terror force power tactics: she farted on his face causing him to black out while seizing his notes full of ideas for innovation and recipes.

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.