We need King Kong more than ever before.

Do you have his cell phone number?
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When the Foo shits wear it.


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I predict the year will really begin soon.

Just a luck guess.
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THERE SHE WAS..

It was Big Bertha feeling good

Loving the big city yet again

Riding the trolly

What a day for a cow

And what a great ad for milk!!!!

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I LIVE IN AN ESCHER PLACE OF STREETS GOING IN EVERY DIRECTION.

AN UNINOWN WONDER OF THE BAY AREA!

TODAY IS STILL THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS.

NOTHING HAS BEGAN EVEN THOUGH IT HAS.

JUST HERE TO CONTEMPLATE "REALITY" AND WONDER ABOUT WHAT ABOUT WHAT I MIGHT DO NEXT YEAR?

I BELIEVE BEING LESS SUCCESS ORIENTED AND NOT GOING AFTER FAME IS MY GAME.
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A way to brighten your mind..

Is to question yourself as well as ask questions and have great past times to let your mind turn the information around in your mind.  The point is to be ready for the next moments, and to be clearly honest with yourself.  Fun is attractive, but it can hurt us also.  Dare to wonder and explore and figure.

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To which path of destruction..

Surelely more vivid

Less extreme in stupid ways

To join the loafers on the beach

Mouths full of sand castles

It makes no difference

As a black soul

To join the barbarian women

In a spring of dropping violets

Please slap yourself silly

Rabbits run...
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It is like the Day after Christmas..

A nowhere man in a nowhere land, not finding much, feeling a bit down on his luck, seeing ducks.
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So I got some dudes looking at getting uplifted!

Try my uplifting jet packs

Full of curiosity wonder

Dreams of glory enhancements

Finest moments in motorcycles

Drinking sailors made of iron

Ducks in single file

Drama.
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l got something moving

Lights are on

Blood moves

Focus onwards

Laser loves

Time rips

3.
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I now have part one and two completed.

Part three is much more complex as it weaves into part one and two.  I fear extreme head aches, but am stoked to get to operate a lot of brain cells at the same time.

Surprised how Alice sort of loses her virginity to a bath tub, and loses interest in returning to reality, which is available to her!  A timid mouse her only company, her room forever?  Don t blame me, blame a muse.

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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.