“My life is holding the universe together.”

Dearest Icky-Poo-Yum-Yum, My thoughts while searching for a vector ice cream cone on “images” in Google: is art an anti-depressant? If my laptop dies, I can always learn how to paint on canvas. Do you, as a man, know the principles of basic plumbing? Do we all know that your hands are your first teachers? […]

To write is to leave this world

The ocean is always moving, adjusting. rearranging. Never silent. The seahawks scream and the whales hold echoey conversations. The ocean goes on deeper then any scientist has ever imagined. Even in the deepest darkest corner, something lives. My mind, like lazy honey, spills onto the pillows and sheets. I think of another day gone by, […]