Inspiration, Design, Philosophy, Photography, Poetry, Humor, and Faith.
Lurking in shadow | Wet fang sharpened and shimmering | Monster pained with hunger | Predator’s eye fixed
Forever drowning | Under the weight of myself | All my mistakes | And a cloud of vapor
A dark horizon | Questions looming in the head | Forgotten fragrance
To mean something, how many must I love?
The world won’t stop spinning.
Listen big to the sound of God in her eyes. Can’t you love me right, head low, hurts and cries.
What is this qualia? Why am I? Organic machine or more? A trapped spirit in a faulty and closed system. A caged and enslaved ghost?
- March 12, 2019
Just trying to figure out the best organization and structure for story creation in an organization. This, of course, is a work in progress.
Simple animal, chained to instinct, prisoner of the sensual. | Predictable behavior, expected consumption, typical response.
Listen now, nothing agrees unless it’s paid for. What sort of mischief is this that world turns on a dime?