A whole lot of everything. History, religion, war, and others. Bipolar and the healing power of writing.
We have a story of a civilization that bet everything on mathematical models. They sent up their largest rockets with the most impressive boom boom. They successfully detonated the rock. It was as if the Sun didn't give a shit about their feelings. A few puffs of solar wind and now their one massive object …
Continue reading As if the Sun didn’t give a shit about their feelings. #JOTL #WTRF
The Atlantian port watch stared off into the horizon. What had been a single ridge in the ocean had grown into an increasing swell dotted with hundreds, maybe thousands, of white objects. This far south they possessed no words for icebergs, but words would not have saved them from the rage of the ocean. It …
The Imperial Star Destroyer Reaper shook violently with the impacts. Hemmoraging dead soldiers and blazing atmosphere from every wound it was almost as if you could see her deflate. Souls and soul pouring out. White-clad troopers hit dead against the main viewport. A sensor officer jumped up and began running for the door. His head …
Continue reading Star Wars – For the Glory of the Empire – Death of the Reaper
Fuck the kids, And fuck poor, More for rich More bleeding war Misery spends Profits soar Own land? Not anymore
Rumble around Jumbled around The Ice Giants Came tumbling down Mountain of ice Mountain of snow Downriver Off we go Mashed bone Buried home Now the children Are all alone Death comes at night Death brings a fright Cold Wind Blows Tree high snows - Excerpt children's poem, near unknown glacial wall, YDSV.
The masses wonder why they are called sheep. At least sheep act like a sheep for protection, they all huddle together for safety and warmth. Humans are capable of thinking and we should all want a basic level of care for all. We are sheep that isolate ourselves in self-created misery.
The atmospheric prism A colorful example Of invisible prison A thin line Melding Life Death
