These angels, can they laugh if they can cry? There is no reason for angels, or lost little boys. The world sits on an axis in space held by a dish of gravity. I know the keys to the riddle that unlocks mouths to confess. And the the darkness that decends befriends nobody. Seeks each room for a piece, a puzzle to put together in the hidden bathroom on the floor, a little ruby brooch. Stare all you like, Alice is coming home!!!

You can be a character, I don't expect you to, but why not try!

Ukraine doesn't look like a vacation, but someday hopes will arrive, and hope big!!!

Through the lens of the imagination the sun really has human qualities, and smokes cigars invisible to us far away beings!😆!

Masterbaters to go back in time to meet the wackasaures dinosaur!

Swellberries are back in season. Yes! Swellberries!!! A flavor to take you to other universes within multiple copies of yourself drug free!!!

The better world quest seems tough. Yet what is a challenge with out any challenge. Who am II to say that it is impossible to go uphill?

In many ways Germany is mostly and that's about perfect.

Heads up. You might be getting less blog posts in the future.

Writing is existing, a process of understanding the role of imagination. To painted added layers of color and a hint of love, not too powerful as some potions are. Too write a world that fights for itself when humans go out of control, a darling child on the stairs of a glass cylinder, and soldiers stop to watch stars gltter and shoot light beams, hopes, and dreams.