So are human's a form of moth that also chases butterflies?

Another reaction I had:

Much of it over years and years

The applause dims

To the shouting sounds

The record is scratched and worn

Sometimes skipping

I was looking around the internet to see how alive the creative spirit is..

The signal is in.

I feel lightening in my river of pee

Then the voice spoke and said

You will be blessed

I said thank you

Then wet my bed

In a fit of happiness

Even Goat was feeling good

Even the Ducks were happy

And Breasts were very bouncy

Lastly rat and mouse were playing!

Interests in my photography:

Making myself and others appear as scenery or material reality.

Exploring light as very much what gives presense to the material world.

To show the alonenes of the human condition and how unimportant humans are in someway and tragicomic.

Big is bigger.

The writing fingers

Triggered to wearing silk gowns

Homeward bound is unlikely

I weave anyway.

CANDLES IN MY MIND

Its winter time.  Smile child life is mild.

In the realm of a blue icle

Hold the warmth to your chest

Let yourself you are a best.

And do groom

Use extra cheese shampoo

For a new cheesier you

Featuring your best trait!

STILL A ONE STAR LIFE.

Oh the single star of it..

JUST THE HAT PLEASE

Oh,

To dream of hats

And lie in a pile of them

So wonderful

You might think a TV

To picture your self one day

Running into an elf.