Let's talk about my fiction!

Its good.  I know I like it anyway.  It can be difficult to write more than it might look.  Sometimes the narrative flow hits some kind of damn.  For example this Dark Forest is revealing itself more to the readers.  I could be bringing myself and others into a very scary place.  Do you really want to know more?  It began in my fiction over 10 years ago.  It is a sin to go there.

You Decide!

I am glad I'm not from the crazy urination galaxy.

But I'm cool with you if that where you are from!

Self esteem normalacy.

Without calling yourself a Great God or being a super super achievement there are ways!

Say I love and accept myself and have unconditional self regard.

Or be less technical!

I have amazing talents

People really often like me

My ways have compelling ways
Of completing the universe
And I'm a joy machine
Being the best
Yea

Jump high

Say

I rule!

I define the word awesome!

People want my hugging!


(That should work!

I have been informed that there are no green stars so my whole theory is bunk?

Life without Perfect!

Oh well

There is a life over this hill

No more praying for teeth

Closing across my body

So to be eaten wildly

Oh well

I can see time turning

Not so very slowly

Less painfully

You are watching

You keep the clock in hiding

The breathing machine is happy

I can see beyond the clouds now

California Hollywood and Happy

So where were you this evening

Were you shaking hands in greeting

Or was the world flying about you

Seeing a human ignorance zoo

Oh yes,

Blue

Blue

By many aspects Trump appears like an epic fail to me.

But you decide!

Aim well!

The hills lit with lightning!

You will remember a road trip!

And the coming dark forest!

The chilling winds!

And decisions!

Encouraged to forgive!

How can a person forgive multiple blood baths?

When the light is almost down you can see it in the yard dripping honey after much love from sucking bees!

Summer is here!

Come out and enjoy the people!

So many sounds of joy!

Good things to feel!

Spin the bottle!

There is a kind of silence!

Never mind that at all!

Since it is like a dim blue light!

Why think about waves and particles?

There is a strange silence near city streets,

Leave that stuff alone!

Punishment and Reward

I see more punishment either intended or not as the main face of my perceived reality?

Why punish rather than reward?