Have you ever been asked what your ‘name’ is?

Most have, some have not because they did not want to share an identity.

Today i freed a butterfly and some do not like that.

When playing poker with God some definitely do not like that.

Talking and playing with the wind.

Torturing angels.

Kicking the absolute shit out galaxies.

Messing with demons.

So much of what i do, they hate.

They/them/those/some/many/(((((())))))) hate me

and that’s okay

because my name definitely is, it.

there is a mixture,, a blend,, moments

etched not in stone as the stone is too soft, softer than even diamonds

it is in the cloud s\\s around the heart

soft

wispy

riding the winds as if they ruled a world…

the huymin(s) chose by such firm light of darkness

and so

clouds they shall get.

so to lighten the mood, Thor now has the nickname, Mr. Magoo (great cartoon show) Sobo (still the bitch of lightning) is now meatball.

Pluto is Einstein

Orf is nameless as all he loves to do is love

And Ladonna is many names but Lady Bug is precious.

Corgi’s

Food

Sleep

Fishing

Four wonderful things on this planet that can be real,

all the rest is just an fucking illusion of shit.

and so, took off the shirt. Had too, though i preferred to get naked.

neighbors already talk about it.

anyway.

took off the shirt because I am the king of fat.

mountains bow in the presence of the shadow.

and thought of squash and melons

corn

beets

carrots

and then, remember after falling into a void to feel the wonder of seeing a small flower blooming in white

and then feeling the pain.

War is a number. A number of high value.

$$$

Billions of dollars for Navy Carriers

Millions of dollars for missiles.

Uncountable costs to lives and property

and yet it all starts with the simple number of one.

It takes only one to set into motion the unbearable costs of War.

“I don’t like it anymore than you.”

Did think about bunnies dancing, kicking over the chair, and laughing.

And then there are those thoughts. They always dance around in my head.

He said, “I could not agree more. Is that all Captain?”

You see, to know about what I talk about might help make sense of just how

strange

it is to be.

The poor man’s dead, of course it is good to speak well of him.

As for cities?

Yuck.

shit…

I mean, why? Why get mad?

Go with it. Like, what? What is the big deal?

A bit of a temper I’d say, and for what?

What’s the big deal?

She is only fourteen.