What to say on this wonderful day?

It looks as if people are getting wild

A whole new zoo spirit is on the news

The zoo is exploding with life

Sudden the sloth enters the room

And gets busy doing major mental work

Nothing is making sense accept

The many types of food on the Menu

The wicked is not so apparent now

Even when a crisis hits

There is no bleeding cow

You can all feel secure as you log on

Then log off for the melody of love

The sweet cherry

Time is like a tooth being knocked out

Twist your body

Twist and shout.
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Nobody says a thing about what seems unfixable,

The mood on major streets can suggest a type of horror, and people try to not notice.  I wish I understood this better, but it is beyond me.  It is like an urban flu that sits there day after day.  The resteruant is the place to find freedom from this impossible horror.   Thousands of dollars down the digestive track, eh?
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Say Yo America: "The Constitution" the living document, THIS IS YOUR LIFE!

1860 TO THE PRESENT!

A STORY TOLD BY MARK GUTTMAN

ON THE LIFE AND TIMES OF AN EXPERIMENT

THESE WORDS WRITTEN DOWN

TO CHANGE OUR IDEA OF GOVERNMENT AND LIFE

THE ONE AND ONLY

THE AMERICAN CONSTITUTION

WE BEGIN RIGHT BEFORE THE CIVIL WAR.

ONCE UPON A TIME IN A LAND FAR AWAY...
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Cat woman was a delusion in the TV

Now little one to present a gym

A gymnasium

For the concept of action

Never terribly repetitive

Or arthritic to frozen symptoms

As a freeze ray is capable

Interesting public relations

Like an intimate discussion

Your arm reaches far

But you can not touch

Cat Woman

the end and more...
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Giving out facts is a bit rude, as in how much writing on line is PR and conspiracy hogwash?


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deep in the fog of a frame!!

A life of the imagination

On the streets

On the streets again

Mixing in odd spots

So strange

I think I like it!


The bay remains

The bridge to green Marin

Where

Memories mix with the now

Present reality

Egrets calling.
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Nothing exciting like...

a speeading illness

Creeping like a strange cloud

Creeping as it does

Sleep little darling

As the cloud shifts like

A small planet!


The unnatural is stunning

Until a point.
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I must confess I have a hologram of a yellow duckling that is farting into the water!

It is better than Teli!

And my favorite toy as a baby was my rubber ducky!

So fun

Rubber Ducky

You're the one!
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Perhaps there is a strange binary constant between something and nothing,

an extreme example is while walking on a sidewalk your feet pound on something.  On the binary there is no sidewalk and you are basically nowhere with pretty much nothing.  Huh?
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The cat came back the very next day and spinning the Forrest into life for secrets of love and life arise arise cat no name tabby.


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So what's news Smarco,

I have not reached level 3 yet, but I am living in the Silver Age.   definition for Silver Age is on of my notebooks.  Sorry.
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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.