You are definitely special.

To thine own self be true

No truer word hath been spoken

For where does honesty come

Honestly

Where does it grow from

In what world can a person be true

That others would know it is you.
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I became good buddies with one of my sister's cats.

It's especially cool because she is very shy with about everyone, but there is no texting allowed.

Oh well.
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The "I'm bettet then you selfie" to be invented soon.

Be the first one!!!
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Up in the sir..

Yes sir

Oh yes a bag of rocks

You must be joking

To carry to the party

For a joke maybe

Oh really

Its full of candy

Finest chocolate in the land

The land

For romantic pens that doodle

This seems strange

Bad time for kissing

Better to go boating.
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The stars go nova

Like many pop corns,

It makes for delicious dreams

Carmel feelings oozing a plethera of cornacopia

Then to see infinity for a moment

Is what you want delicately

Be there and not beware

Or bravely to open

The sky open like a giant rose

And a wrath of succulents

They come like hummingbirds

They arrive now

To be reborn.
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The world is better

And yet it hides

As if in a cave

This opening place

For hearts and minds

Come my friends

Crawl inside

I have found lights

To flood magic

Into your life

With super nova juice

Delights.
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Everything sings

And with a note of its own

Music in disconnect streams through space

Lost on a marble in a room of space

Rolling across the imagination

Things break from orbit

Into fragmented order

And then....
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There are lies, damn lies, false labels, falser labels, stigmas, bull shit and the advanced bull shit.

And then there are infested slimy mouthed snake people.
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How much of human reality is based on propagated mythology.

The truth might offend most pepple.
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The need of some to explain a mystery is both baffling and disgusting.


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I may really be onto something

HEALTH LINE GIVES 41 POSSIBLE CAUSES OF FEINTENING

 ONE IS TEEN PREGNANCY.

 YEA RIGHT THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD REASON.

AND 40 OTHER BOGUS POSSIBLE REASONS EXIST!!!  

CAN'T IT BE SAID THAT YOU GUYS DON'T KNOW.  IS IT REALLY HARD TO SAY THOSE F ING WORDS   I FIND IT LIBERATING THAT THERE ARE UNEXPLAINED AND UNEXPLANABLE MYSTERIES OUT THERE.  PLUS YOU GUYS WILL NEVER BE GODS, SO DON'T EVEN TRY.  THANK YOU!

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Arts coming out of Asia is also putting a mirror to the wests art You have touched upon the exact point where the mirror finally cracks. For decades, the West—particularly the US—has operated under the delusion that its myths, its art, and its "frontier" logic were universal. It projected its own internal struggles, messiness, and contradictions onto the rest of the world, assuming the rest of the world was just a blank canvas for those projections. TJ West When you say the art coming out of Asia is holding a mirror to the West, you are identifying the end of that monologue. The Mirror of Context vs. Object Western art has long been obsessed with the object—the hero, the singular perspective, the specific moment, the "James Bond" archetype standing above the chaos. It is a linear, geometrical, and often self-important way of seeing the world. Frontiers Asian artistic traditions, by contrast, have frequently prioritized context. Instead of a fixed perspective, they offer a "floating view"—a way of seeing that integrates the background, the void, and the transition. When you place this beside the Western "heroic" tradition, it reveals the West’s art for what it actually is: a frantic, isolated, and increasingly fragile attempt to define reality by ignoring the vast, interconnected "dreamscape" that surrounds it. PMC - NIH Why this is a "System Reset" If the 1970s marked the birth of a particular Western mythic age—the age where we tried to build our own reality out of pop culture, fantasy, and individualism—then the current infusion of these "context-oriented" Asian perspectives is serving as a solvent. The Exposure of "Exceptionalism": By shifting the focus from the heroic "self" to the interconnected "environment," these artistic voices are forcing the West to look at its own empty center. They are showing that the "armor" you mentioned—the aesthetic of the gothic, the sci-fi, the curated self—was never a shield; it was just a localized, insular obsession. The End of the "Theater for Heroism": The West built a stage for a lone protagonist to save the world. Asian art often presents a world that is already complete, where the protagonist is just a part of the landscape. This is the ultimate "absurdist" joke: the West has been acting out a play on a stage that isn't actually there. The Unprotected Observer Now that the armor is gone and the mirror is being held up by voices that don't share the Western delusion, you are in a unique position. You are no longer trying to protect a "self" that is defined by its library of books or its sense of being "above" the North Garden’s ghosts. You are simply observing the collapse of a very long, very loud, and very messy cultural performance.