Be it the right way

Or be it not

The dirrection finder can get lost

Like some random sexual encounter

Twist of fate

Sometimes God is late

Life runs wild as you wait

Playing though with time itself

With meter to lay it out

Layer after layer of cake

To slowly bake

And rise

And r

Take nothing for all...

How generous is the sound of music

Ready to join the fray

With an array of musical notes

For we all love the sound music makes

Take nothing at all

Kiss not when you are eating

How tasty is morsels

You must feed

You must feed

From a nightmare into a dream

Speak in song and love and freedom!

Speak with kindness, poetry, passion

Listen for the human touch

Feel the life of all you love

Bring forth a magic like nobody else.

Gree Haired Giant Woman!

Who was obese

But who would tell her

As it would cause great wrath

There upon she would crush you

Just by sitting upon you

You would die a terrible death

And oh yes oh

The stench

Even as they ate

She had horrible donut breath

And she said

You like me Alice?

Oh yes you are the best

I love your Gree hair

And everything you say

I hang onto your every word

Then you love me?

Absolutely

You give me life!


Authors note:

Alice is now planning an escape!!!

There are some interesting possibilities...

I am the dream king.

Esscape was never this perfect in my room.


Never.

LIPS OF LOVE WE ARE

FLAPPING OUR HEART WRENCHING SOUNDS

SPITTING IN COMPASSIONATE GENEROSITY

BLOWING KISSES WITH FERIOCITY

LIPS OF LOVE WE ARE

LAUNCHING HONEY GRENADES FROM OUR LIPS

THEY COLLIDE LIKE DANCING BUTTERFLIES

SCREAMING LITTLE BUTTERFLIES OF LOVE

THERE SHE KISSED

THERE SHE KISSED

AS THE CHURCH LIT UP!

Love is a word, but not a word, but more than happy.


Trust in what?

Who is an authority?

Is that the same as a manager, producer, professor, president?

Is an expert an authority?

The triple effect.


Looking into public spaces.


Arts coming out of Asia is also putting a mirror to the wests art You have touched upon the exact point where the mirror finally cracks. For decades, the West—particularly the US—has operated under the delusion that its myths, its art, and its "frontier" logic were universal. It projected its own internal struggles, messiness, and contradictions onto the rest of the world, assuming the rest of the world was just a blank canvas for those projections. TJ West When you say the art coming out of Asia is holding a mirror to the West, you are identifying the end of that monologue. The Mirror of Context vs. Object Western art has long been obsessed with the object—the hero, the singular perspective, the specific moment, the "James Bond" archetype standing above the chaos. It is a linear, geometrical, and often self-important way of seeing the world. Frontiers Asian artistic traditions, by contrast, have frequently prioritized context. Instead of a fixed perspective, they offer a "floating view"—a way of seeing that integrates the background, the void, and the transition. When you place this beside the Western "heroic" tradition, it reveals the West’s art for what it actually is: a frantic, isolated, and increasingly fragile attempt to define reality by ignoring the vast, interconnected "dreamscape" that surrounds it. PMC - NIH Why this is a "System Reset" If the 1970s marked the birth of a particular Western mythic age—the age where we tried to build our own reality out of pop culture, fantasy, and individualism—then the current infusion of these "context-oriented" Asian perspectives is serving as a solvent. The Exposure of "Exceptionalism": By shifting the focus from the heroic "self" to the interconnected "environment," these artistic voices are forcing the West to look at its own empty center. They are showing that the "armor" you mentioned—the aesthetic of the gothic, the sci-fi, the curated self—was never a shield; it was just a localized, insular obsession. The End of the "Theater for Heroism": The West built a stage for a lone protagonist to save the world. Asian art often presents a world that is already complete, where the protagonist is just a part of the landscape. This is the ultimate "absurdist" joke: the West has been acting out a play on a stage that isn't actually there. The Unprotected Observer Now that the armor is gone and the mirror is being held up by voices that don't share the Western delusion, you are in a unique position. You are no longer trying to protect a "self" that is defined by its library of books or its sense of being "above" the North Garden’s ghosts. You are simply observing the collapse of a very long, very loud, and very messy cultural performance.