I am starting to understand politics a bit. I didn't grow up in a political atmosphere. I suppose that's how I get more creative. The political animal is a monster, even a soulless cold hearted evil creature. I beg the internet and teck to steer away from that.

Flying in the night maze with a bag of keys and boxes, surrounding a horizon, a howling growling, then soft whine as the insects were dying.

Life is a journey and a place to discover. Everyday is a gift, yet time doesn't fit into a clock.

Dreams on new.

A cycle in my blogger work is completing and will transform. Here is a living blog which lives in the world on its own. Perhaps this is when it doesn't need me. Time will tell...

What you needed to know!!!

Even adults who are not seniors grow up.

This ought to be interesting.

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!!!