There has been many the moments when the mind deals with a world of sensations.

Food.

Religions.

Sex.

Work.

Science.

Entertainment.

And how has it fared since i’ve never belonged in anything of this planet, this world, this prison, faced with hungers and temptations?

i suppose the answer is boring as it should be boring as boring into the very existence shows a hole into nothing.

Nothing before or after matters when compared to the greater picture.

A footnote at most.

An honorable or dishonorable mention.

But tonight none of nothing matters as tonight is a great night to travel

To travel to my world, a place where i belong and there is nothing that can touch or hurt me

a place where time does not exist

or evil

A place where the sun shines all the time, the food is fantastic, and laughter is the Universal language along with the sounds of barking dogs, giggling children, and no one dies or hurts, and i get a chance to kick God’s butt in a game of checkers.

this morning as i officially don’t give a shit

Politicians droning about this and that when they are nothing but walking wet dust

News is always bad with good only filling in their pause

this world officially sucks and so it should

thank God for sex and drugs

and the choice to not give a shit

and ice cream

and chips

and salsa with cheese

pizza

pasta

steak

hey! Sex, drugs, rock and roll and food!

Now i have to give a shit.

(there can be a poem made about anything)

Feeling the itch to run the fingers

as if

braille could come alive

to exist

with small bites and moans

all over the body and yet

it is in the mountains

the valleys

this they call

tits…

or for some

a balding mans head.

just watched the debate between the Vice President and Vice President Biden’s choice for Vice President.

the fly on Pence’s head was wonderful and spoke volumes as to what is at stake…

Death of a President by age or a Chinese assassin’s plan… Interesting but

can you debate yourself inside your head?

Lets say you just love the right to an abortion, you just love to be just what you are, are you open to change?

Lets say you love guns and bullets, hound dogs and shine, could you ever think of being a vegetarian and buy a pet bat?

Ha! Just as it is… And it always is, this…

You are you because you chose to be what you are. No college professors who hate Trump can ever make you do the same unless it is you who wants to be the same.

Who are voting for if you do choose to vote? Trump? Biden? Donald Duck? Or maybe you will never vote because that is what you decide?

If you do vote and plan on voting for Biden or Trump… What would it take to make you change your mind?

No. People decide decisions based on many reasons from emotions, hormones, persuasion, religion, family, pride, pain, success, and more and it is this way because you exist.\/

‘Free will’, some say does not exist and yet there are those on the other side who say is does exist. For each a choice and interesting and it is good it is… this way.

Imagine a world where everyone is the same. Wearing the same clothes, the same hats. Singing the same songs, cooking the same meals…

YikeSsss! What a boring thought.

I do love it though… even better than the choices people make, is what it takes for such hard-core principles… to change their minds.

when China and the world is burned

nuclear clouds giving mushrooms a bad name

what will be left.

a lot less people

a lot more change

it will be

the reign of…

(insert the picture)

it is the simple moments such as imagining kernels of corn popping into soft fluffy white treats.

melted butter and salt leaving oily fingers

and a wonderful taste in the mouth.

potato chips and dip

cheese or onion or clam or guacamole or, or, or, anything with the ability to cling

soup

steak

lobster

ice cream

in this fucked up world at least there is still great things to imagine

and eat.

listening to Johnny Cash sing a song and saying, God is not dead.

I guess that is all one needs to know in this fucked up world.

Better four simple words of fact than billions of words describing the success and failures of mankind.

my name is. it is. and as such, means nothing to the orbital schedule of Jupiter or the influence of Mars. however, it is my name and as such, it is good.

stars blink, you blink, everyone blinks, except… have you ever seen a snake blink? or a cricket? but a wink? Hah! snakes wink every day, and crickets sip tea when you’re not looking…

so today, i say hello.

seeing in the mirror and windshield, a reflection off my soul of passion, strength, and weakness.

it brought a smile to my face, and even with the whiskey, the laughs of a man looking in my ear, it was today, and now a perfect time to say,

Hello.

It is said there is too much hate in the world

It is said there is love in the world.

This world has no hate or love… unless, the world is visited by it.

It is easy to see

hard to feel

and such a strange taste, both wonderful and awful.

We are visitors to this world. For a few moments we squall and cry, laugh and giggle.

We try various emotions and spread the seeds of love and hate

We are it.

If we were not here there would be no love, there would be no hate

unless…

there were other visitors who shared,

visitors on this world and others

Interesting though, as some visitors spread love

the others spread hate

while humans are both.

Romance. Love. Stories.

Pulp fiction

From flowers to pirate to whatever the mind wants to embrace.

It should be said there are stories n’ then, more, and more, and more… peeling the layers apart.

Let me tall you a story about love…

And what a story it is…

there are only two who can understand.