Often making a little masterpiece doesn't matter and I am having almost too much fun writing, laughing at times, and it's like a drug, when I stop writing I feel that some magic wonderland gas is swirling around the universe. I had given birth to a giant creativity cloud. Overly conventional butt wipes lose their balance, fall to the ground, have convulsions, and admit they still like My Little Poney! Happens every time! Soon they are trying dance moves and petting cats. It works!
Take me there...
ALICE IN EPIC LAND
By Mark Guttman and Morgan Green
On her way out Alice finds herself in a chair watching Cat Woman on boob box land
Sadly it seems she will be there for an eternity and forever more in dream castles
Not a care to live and not a fear of death she sat as if a great man danced closer
She felt fog in her living room and a softness and peace just like fancy dreams
With an idea that all was good in a world outside with flowers and high towers
High as the clouds there giant birds like swans in the airs on lakes freedom
As her dream was swelling in her thoughts found her lost in reverie beauty
Here I go on with the show shazam!
In the moment when all you are is heart
Then perhaps it can be heard as a song
Asking for some form of returning
To bring back something
Where the missing thing
Must be hiding
Blood soaked
Tears
Sun.
Then perhaps it can be heard as a song
Asking for some form of returning
To bring back something
Where the missing thing
Must be hiding
Blood soaked
Tears
Sun.
To be laser like..
limes explode in my firing line
Steeped in myth around death
Weapons moves behind cloaks
But lightning eyes penetrate it
Even smiles betray wild hatred
The laser is as fast as water
Time changes in new winds
Abnormal violent end robot
Crashing crayons in violence
Smashing loud within
Dirrect questions!
Please listen?
Steeped in myth around death
Weapons moves behind cloaks
But lightning eyes penetrate it
Even smiles betray wild hatred
The laser is as fast as water
Time changes in new winds
Abnormal violent end robot
Crashing crayons in violence
Smashing loud within
Dirrect questions!
Please listen?
In this dry land there is no rain...
yet their are actual paintings
People reaching like rising seeds
There in Marin vastness
Signs of liquid cash spilling
And hopes come like dreams
Curious people waiting
I seem to notice a secret
Like an tomb of life
And a wave in key hole
Rocks tumbling down in maddening
Sounds
As cracks appear
Sounds
People reaching like rising seeds
There in Marin vastness
Signs of liquid cash spilling
And hopes come like dreams
Curious people waiting
I seem to notice a secret
Like an tomb of life
And a wave in key hole
Rocks tumbling down in maddening
Sounds
As cracks appear
Sounds
Today is my birthday and 24 days later the death of my dad two years ago.
If living means anything to me it has to do with my research on happiness. I firmly believe that when some degree of happiness happens most people grossly exaggerate how happy they are and lose the passionate effort that is required!
Yellow may be a form of green.
The serious question is how colors like green and yellow effect vision as green is a color in the mind, an atom and and a ray of light. If some people suffer unreality anxiety than green and perhaps yellow may help.
The issue surrounds the more ethereal nature of black, white, blue, red!
Plants are an example of yellow and green, but is that really worth noting?
In my quest to find myself I discovered a big ball of lint and proclaimed:
I find lint therefore I am!
Then I bounced into a cloud!
Feeling fluffy and alive!
Embracing the vacuum of space!
Falling through space!
And into my room!
Only to discover a refrigerator!
And I was hungry!
But so was the Aligator!!
Then I bounced into a cloud!
Feeling fluffy and alive!
Embracing the vacuum of space!
Falling through space!
And into my room!
Only to discover a refrigerator!
And I was hungry!
But so was the Aligator!!
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