This is going to be a Jackson Pollock post. I’m just throwing words at the canvass. Does it make any sense? I will claim that it does, but who the fuck knows?
What if planets are nurseries for infant consciousness? The consciousness develops on the planet like a fetus in an egg, exhausting its resources as it grows to emerge into a higher realm of existence, leaving the planet behind like a spent shell. Mars may be an ancient spent shell, and now our own Earth isContinue reading “Let Me Babble at Ya! – Random Thoughts”
I’m going to kill God. No, no, no, don’t try to talk me out of this. It has to happen. It is long overdue. And it is what God wants. So let’s kill God…
Hello again, Dear Reader! I am in high spirits today. Not because I have any good news to report, but simply because I learned long ago to toss care to the winds. Read on for a sort of train-of-thought writing therapy session as I attempt to make plans for what remains of my future.