Wax Poetic Upon These Waning Words of Mine
Not only do I have so few words, but the few I wrote just got eaten by the Gaia interface. I must remember not to do that... its hard enough right now for them to... More »
Not only do I have so few words, but the few I wrote just got eaten by the Gaia interface. I must remember not to do that... its hard enough right now for them to... More »
I have journeyd to the outward expression of my soul. Off the southern coast of New Caledonia (an island northeast of Sydney, Australia) in the pacific ocean is l'Ile des Pins. Leaving behind the wood... More »
We've all heard it before. That things aren't black and white, but shades of grey. What particular shade of grey are we looking at here? In the hexadecimal chart 15 x 15 standard shades... More »
For someone with a mental illness, meditation can be the key to survival. Thinking-lots can be a mood, the mood of 'intellectually stimulated' lets say, and whatever the thoughts are, depressed or manic, psycho-sensory distortions,... More »