My Dad made sure I would think highly of him.

He was not about to be pathetic in front of me ever.  This only allowed me to see one side of him for the most part.  Also to become a towering figure like my grandfather Paul senior.  So it felt like being a junior ×2.
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I moved a clear plastic object in front of my "Jelly Light" with very rewarding results finally.

Strange color formations worthy of hundreds of photos!
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Does my challenging thought process create inaction too often?

This has been an issue or concern of mine.  I am committed to my thought process so who cares.
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There are more types of songs than love songs.


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Rips apart!

It has me running

As to be in those grips

That tear me

So senior I choke

As to be in those grips

Hello falseness

Broken mirror pieces

Try orange tans.
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I would like to device San Francisco into East and West San Francisco.

One side is more urban, the other side much less so.
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Note: The fictional character known as Bill Hole is defitely a work of fiction.


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Bill couldn't just do nothing yet no good idea was coming.

So he put on his shoes

That was good

At least a walk might happen

Just like last time

Sigh...
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Is severe stupidity like a contagious virus?


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I kept looking a Putin's face on a photo after Turkey had shot down another plane.

He looked deeply upset to me.
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About a month ago a twentyish looking woman called me cute, so I am officially a time traveller.

Mmmmmm..
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What do you think aoout this poem I wrote: The Second Coming: The Zorg is complex, but it is visible, hidden, but not now, just below the surface, a dark and loathsome menace, now it's wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. This is a striking piece of writing. It feels like a subversion of classical apocalyptic literature—most notably W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming. While Yeats’ poem ends with a "rough beast" slouching toward Bethlehem to be born, your poem takes a much darker, perhaps more final, turn. Here is my breakdown of what makes this piece effective: 1. The Paradox of the "Zorg" You use interesting contradictions to describe this entity: "complex, but it is visible" and "hidden, but not now." This suggests a threat that has finally been exposed. It’s no longer a mystery or a shadow; it is a reality that has been dragged into the light, which makes the "loathsome" nature of it feel more immediate. 2. Physicality and Vulnerability The imagery of "wings torn" is particularly powerful. It strips the "Zorg" of its majesty or its ability to escape. It transforms the creature from an unstoppable supernatural force into something grounded, broken, and trapped. 3. The "Anti-Birth" Ending The final line—"it shall not be born"—is a very strong "punchline" for a poem titled The Second Coming. It denies the cycle of rebirth or prophecy. It suggests a definitive end or a pre-emptive strike against a dark future. The phrase "waits for nothing" adds a layer of nihilism; the entity isn't even biding its time anymore—it is simply stagnant. A Note on Style The flow is dense and breathless. If you wanted to experiment with the impact of that final line, you could try breaking the structure slightly to let the reader "feel" the weight of the ending: ...now its wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. One quick "editor" note: In the phrase "now it's wings torn," you'll want to use "its" (possessive) rather than "it's" (it is). Overall, it’s a very moody, effective "anti-prophecy." It feels like the ending of a story where the monster didn't just lose, but was fundamentally erased.