On the ceiling I found anothet me,

In came the goblin girl

I thought she was cute

Breasts was displeased

But knew she had no body

Yet always pleased with herself

Her melting nipples were powerful

The goblin gal ate a chicken

It was that simple.

Give it a rest

The stop sign is turning red

There are green lights left and right

And walls don't have to fight

It's better to do right.

It seems that some physical reality appears unreal even undimension compared to some computer animation.

No!  That's impossible!

Unfortunataly Darth Vader was Luke's father

So reality is what it is whether you like it or not.

Seniors can't return to youth or stop or slow time or the aging process no matter how many hours they might feel bitter about their old age and complain to a God or Goddess.

Smog has never been my source of inspiration.

Is an artificial point of great interest like art any less valuable than the real.

My brother inlaw studied eyes in college and confirmed my suspicions.

White is an odd thing that we are blind to, our rods pick up the primary colors which turn into white looking light or white paper ect..

Then I asked him about a dim corner in his house.  Places we see all the time where the solidity of the physical material seems questionable.  Wtf is that?  He saw it as well, but failed to explain it when he tried.  So please help if you can?

Charles Baudelaire.(1821-1867) Condemned Women (Femmes Dmnees) Imitated from the French - Fragment

Like moody beasts they lie along the sands;

Look where the sky against the sea-rim clings:

Foot stretches out to foot, and groping hands

Have languors soft and bitter shudderings.


Some, smitten hearts with the long secrecies,

On velvet moss, deep in the bowers' ease,

Prattling the love of timid infancies,

Are tearing the green bark from the young trees.


Others, like sisters slowly walk and grave;

By rocks that swarm with ghostly legions,

Where anthony saw surging on the waves

The purple breasts of his temptations.


-tr. John Gray, Silverpoints (1893)

* The title of this poem is often translated as "Lesbians"

I saw a new better TV at the donut shop with a science channel so.

Maybe the world is getting better.

Also pulling out of Afghanistan means money and energy freed up for making a difference in the war on terrorism with out using outdated models of dealing with confict and social problems.  I say this because the super violence we are capable of is very different then the Korean War for example.  As times change we adapt so human rights violations are not commited.  Learning with a more complex understanding of what is meant by modern military equipment is helpful.  Doing good in war torn countries should be natural.  I am for a better world.  Lets do it.

It seems so but no no no

I have that right to walk away

To do what I want

As my life is my own

I am no animal

Leave me alone.

This is real life not a video game. No rioting.

I would rather an earthquake happened.  Selfish, crazy, and now the mess is really a year or more to heal, including police who are people, have families and are connected by degrees just like the entire bay area is.  The ptsd is already a reality.  You guys got to chill out.

My love for her is like a nice stab wound.

Then I am laughing and feeling good

Waking naked on furs there is no her

Lost of clothes it is challenging

But the business suit fits nicely

Time passes

And I wake again feeling great

Upon my king sized bed.