Why I want to quit caffeine..

I have used it a lot in the last year so I want a new perspective.

So what drug now:

A bit of sugar, more excerize, more naps.

Join the club!
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Seeing rabid wrong doing and still no vomit?


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A super jew power I got in Egypt is I can send frogs against people I don't like.

Toads were not mentioned, but I think frogs can put the damage on!
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Dashing it was...

Then I watched the time

To fall into a clock

Into a whales heart

A test of characters

Breasts is fine

She is herself

The showers drop their rain

There is no pain

Rivers roll across the plains

Breasts was warm

A rainbow formed

Another day of work and play

The chess is on the cement

Pawns EVERYWHERE.
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My favorite Science Project.

More Telescopes.
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An introduction to breasts

Is a book title you can't use unless it is my character, Breasts herself, the one and only!
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Suddenly the sky parted like two giant breasts..

It was going to be a good day

She gave me a high five

Suddenly she was ready to drive

The rods were moving in her eyes

In fact she was made of Pi

Everything is going to be alright

On this magic carpet ride

Face full of whip cream

Life is just a waking dream.
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With a wish

With a hand on bun

HOT CROSS BUNS

For very cross

For very crass

Improved recipe

For a cute puppy

A tiny canary

And giant LIPS

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Best wishes.
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Not sure why,

But two of my blog's traffic show a bit of recognition for my poetry.  This is a first.
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I am glad I have three FAMILY members that can give me excellent and expert legal help when needed.


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What now,

In time

To see the day

Not monotonous

But increments of space

A comedy pushing through

Not easy with Mister Blur

With the end

Is not the night

Or the striking of midnight

Though time wraps it together

In a swans song.
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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.