Nacho Cheese had become very good with the Jet Pack and noticed the relationship development with Mrs. Piggy herself. This felt inconceivable!


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Being evil seems so old school lately, and being replaced by less tried ideas, oddly people are okay with this and open to new ideas.


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Maybe men need giant fake muscle pads, and handsome face facial tools to compete with the gals.


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I am keen to know the difference between a deeply personal journal and a poem.

In my world there is no confessional poetry.
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What rips up this this this

Is the drama we are in

Lies in gold sheets

For the charms that lead home

The cares I would take

Fortunes ready to birth

Each time To almost 0

Visions dance on ocean

On oceans calling you

Say la la la say shalom

The tower is growing!?

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D + G equals N - M rare 2 (Constant and expanding)


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Beware of slow acting quick sand.

And that erosion

It is real.
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Who is poetry..

I imagine poetry to be a hermaphrodite

An ethereal creature which taps our skull

Most refuse to listen to the music

Yet some open their heart and Imagination

Oh what place and other dimensWs

We connect into something inside

And beyond the minds eye

The spirit dares us to dare

Knowing the cowards

Who fear the marvels of creation

The door into dreams and stories

A place of untold magic

Waiting to be from signings

And scribbled words from

Hearts.
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How to duplicate yourself like a pro..

First put whip cream on your head

Spin around five times saying hubba bubba

Dive onto the ground

Act like you are a cat

Then anounce yourself as master of galaxy

Drink some cranbury

And attempt a very loud fart

In a secret place

Then do ten squats

Pinch your nose

And finally

Hug yourself selfie.
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I believe in myself,

And not in your hell.

Sorry.
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Easy Breezy is a good pal to sail away with and it gets really amazing,

With Alice screaming at the birds

And the delightful waves

Of elegance

For changing expressions

Wild dances around the mast

Alice is a bit older now

And

The

Story must go on!

The bees have become bees silly!

Is that why you are so happy?

No,

I just love boats, that all

Feels like being free on the sea

Tra la tra la

Then dance with me he he

If Dinia could see me now!


I know she would say

Meow!

Do calm down Alice!
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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.