It is time to see the big lies, and the bigger they are they more they hide, often in plain site, the murderous people are not, with inhumanity so deep, they are begging for sympathy over nothing true.

Who thinks about the future, is missing the facts, has left themselves in a hall of mirrors, yelling at reflections on the wall.

The world itself is struggling through difficulties and can still smile. So laugh a bit also.

To purify the unholy world, drink the water, go to the stream or creek, put your hands there in the waters, splash drops upon your face and look around. You are not a disgrace, they are not evil, if possible, they are confused, we are all sometimes, down the hill in the swamp, then lucky up.

I can't stand it when art is just marketing to pimp the artist.