What's become of the baby? -Grateful Dead

I don't know about you but I am FREAKING the FREAK out!!!

Beware of Anger

"Who's the commanding officer here?". "Ain'T you?"

He grabbed the gun from the kitchen drawer. His fumbling , arthritic hands could hardly hold the damn gun much less fire it, "I use this only for self defense" he said, knowing the only thng he could probably shoot at was a damn crippled with a pit bull wrapped around his ankle. How ridiculous! His wife knew it and he probably did too. By the time he shuffled to the kitchen opened the drawer next to the silverware he'd breathe his last breath. It's funny the things we hold on to, youth, strength, beauty, the comb over. All just grasping at the wind. Futility eneveabltable.

Mushroom hunt in the Smokies



They really are everywhere



Dear Diary....

The evil  albino twin of Soma  Amanita muscaria-Amanita bisporigera. Do not eat anything white...White bread, white sugar, white rice,White people and definitely white mushrooms in the wood.

Chicken of the wood, really I hear it taste like chicken

I am really



Phallic fallices



The worlds teenyist tiniest mushroom

From the seed  which we all come from

Juicy watermelon-Mutinus caninus




 

Bless me, Lord
I'm only after what you promised me
So break me, Lord, and with the pieces make another tree
Make another tree
He spoke to me
He spoke to me
He said, "Take only that which you can carry on your back
Just leave the children in the yard and in time,
they'll gladly turn to dust."

Let me lay hear in the grass
All eternity
Let the wind and brain consume me
Then I will be free
I will be free
I want it now
I want it now
So, "Take only that which you can carry on your back
Just leave the children and in time,
they'll gladly turn to dust."
And if they handed me the gold,
I'd slap it from their hands
Then I'd kiss and mourn the sheep
That can't understand
They won't understand

Bless me, Lord
I'm only after what you promised me
So break me lord and with the pieces make another tree
Make another tree
Make another tree
-Eef Barzelay

For every action in the realm of technology we lose and gain something it means to be human. The disconnection connection I have with others is definitely lacking in raw emotion . CAPS LOCK CANT POSSIBLY EXPRESS WHAT I REALLY MEAN. I don't mind posting on Facebook but try to get me to talk to a stranger in the elevator. Such a perplexity that only the Sphinx could explain. Data, virtual reality or phones cannot replace the soft kiss of a lover, but it may make you want the real deal a little more.

Listen to It starts with a Vibration

Plucked, strummed, tapped or thumped. The vibration begins before you hear the beat, you hear the vibration by the beating of your own drum. Vibrating thus farther into the inner ossciles of the ear, into the nerves and memory neurons, Vibrating through you.

Glimpses into Infinity

 If you blink you will miss it. Often times the veil needs to be torn from top to bottom just to be able to catch a glimpse of the wonders of infinity.  Sometimes the glimpse of a moment is so electric and bustling with energy. I wonder if it is a difficult life as a clockmaker, the pressures of trying to emulate something that the universe can only do but has no need of.


Hi- Five!





Electric Weeping Willow



The iris of the Third Eye

The Horror!

The Lunatic

The Id