People are… boring. Sure, some can be interesting but so to, the ignition of a farmers match.   A farmers match bursts into flame by rubbing friction but so too, an orgasm.

Both the match and human orgasms hold the attention of a mind for only a few seconds. And then, boring…

Computers are boring. News is boring. America is boring. This world is boring… well, except for farmers matches bursting into flame or an orgasm.

Boring is not boring, it is reality. Now, getting chased by a bear while naked and smeared in bacon grease…that is not boring. Actually, sounds sporting.

On this planet, in my ‘not so humble’ opinion, only the natural elements are exciting. It would not hurt my feelings if this planet was suddenly void of humans and if it were, I’d strip naked, cover myself with bacon fat, get a boner, and go look for a bear to mess with.

back and forth

back and forth

back and forth,

back

and

forth…

so this sensation

sensory

savor

sweet…

Yum!

In the place where exists

colors placed

people driving lives into open ditches while pursuing choice

a camp filled with voices

tree’s towering over a world of mankind

as they wait for

night.

Two rattler’s got a bit disturbed when there was some rearrangement of their homes

One slithered quickly over the hillside to escape

One held the ground.

Advancing and defiant yet a bit confused as to size, so it tried to hide only to try a second

until, it too,

fled the scene.

Opening a portal and completely lost one hour today to time

What happened in that hour?

Ha!

that too, is hard to explain

however, so fine the water, so wonderful the algae,

and there were even dragonfly’s in play.

The more I am around people, the more i want to flee.

Backstabbing, bickering, lying, deceitful, dishonest… Is that me? Or is it everyone alive?

I don’t care as it all is just a big pile of horseshit. Inspirational though!

Oh, and a huge bit of advice for anyone reading this. NEVER buy property in a home owners association. Also, NEVER trust humans! They only exist to hate and create personal pain.

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If you could be anything, anything at all

A tree

A rock

A fish

A bird…

Would you choose anything other than who you are?

i did and do…

Renounce the human species as i’d rather be anything other, anything at all

with an eye watching humanity tear itself

apart.

To draw upon the breath; lungs filling to bring the exhale

Drawing a breath comes with necessity, drawing with hand comes with commands

commands to me or to ignore as nothing except God can command me.

Lately, the glares and side glances while in minds tucked away… the hate, the ignorance, the, the, the… who gives a shit.

It does not matter, this world, this plain.

I know that now, as it truly is just an exercise in futility.]]

This planet is not a kind or good place. It is filled with evil and hate, and yet, with such a thin thread of gossamer, it intrigues.

Drawn a new plan, a new dream, one only known to those alone as it must be, for the realm crumbles, the body fails, and the World draws me…

Observations gathered for so long now

Put together to form idea’s, to bring together, to learn yes and no

On one hand there is taste, feelings, experience

On the other there is bad taste, feeling, experience

therefore

so easy to pull the switch, turn off the lights, close the doors

one more planet lost to another beginning

as such

i voted.

These goddamn computers… took a pic with a phone and after a bunch of attempts, went old school.

Anyway. Found this table at the dump. I repainted the top but other than that, this is what someone threw away.

I like it and some others will too. For those that don’t, this is an example of what people throw away.

The garbage in the U.S.A. is treasure for poor people in other countries (and even this country)

This country is so rich it can even afford to throw away children via abortion.

i am so glad i am poor…

They asked questions. Simple minds of young boys and girls. There in the pools of algae water and dragon dreams.

A spider perched upon the right shoulder was a question asked by itself.

“What is your favorite rock band?” and in reply his answer fit just as so many questions at once.

“What is your name,” he asked

Robin

“Robin what?”

So fun in the dance as the waters splashed. Holding the spray with eyes closed, listening to those so many questions asked.

My name? Funny he should ask, so in reply a picture speaks so subtle, so silent, and it was so wonderful he asked.

With a word so straight some to say,

true,

yes indeed, the perfect explanation a mind could seek

So, to clue: If sex and play are used, a program starts to unravel

Though even if sensitive, does not the flower smell… sweet?

Or, the world of knitting, such a web of design! With passivity, with such calm

this progress of vines

and yet?

Monsters oozing stench, oil foul

to gag on books reminding the masses

of bleaker, horrific, darkness…

If the mathematical masters of influence even start to think they can follow

Computer precision of focus to guide the flow

Ha!

You sure do have a lot to learn.