The portrait I paint begins with gold colored hair. It glows and it flows and it mixes with earth. This is where sunshine shows what it’s worth. For there in-between the sun and the mud, we find life. It laughs and it loves as it lives there between. It grows and it goes and turns […]
January 6, 2012
But is it art? I’ve thought about that question a lot and it reminds me of another. How do you know when something is funny? Do you just know? Is it a feeling, something from inside, something hard to describe? Is it called funny simply because of how it strikes you? Sometimes I will find […]
Suddenly, there was a huge cacophonous sound. The event was actually unimaginably tiny, and there was probably nothing quite like sound yet, but FINALLY, after who knows how long, time itself was invented. And so it begins.
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February 7, 2012
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