Of Shadows, Masks and Candle Flames...

Imagine your soul burning like a candle flame, glowing with warm soft light radiating away in all directions forever, infinitely...

You are the observer, a single ray shines directly toward you, a nearly zeroeth part of the infinitely radiating light of your candle touches you directly in the root of your being.

Imagine a mask hangs between you and this candle flame of your soul.

The single…

Most folks thought the Nancy comics were kind of lame when I was growing up but I was immediately attracted to the surreal quality of Ernie Bushmillers drawings. That and an erotic attachment to Aunt Fritzi that HAUNTS me to this very day. It's not easy being me but that's my problem.  Most of the backgrounds in these are mine. I hijacked the Sluggos (or would it be Sluggii?) and Nancies from old comics. FUN FOR SOME !!!

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This by no means indicates a lessening of respect for Iggy but my world is STILL turned upside down after seeing him on American Idol. Maybe the Mayans were right and the world IS ending. They did have quite a long bleeped out section where Iggy let fly but for the most part it was the IG which is enough to warp ones sensibilities. Anyway, a brief tribute and an invitation for your tyake on this portentious…

Some Word Jazz by Ken Nordine on the Beige Problem.…

Lone Eternity

Now it is dark, it is dark, it is dark, it is dark here...

Have I no light with which I may feed the night???

It is so dark, oh so dark, oh so dark and cold here...

This tiny fire I hold scarcely warms my heart...

Still, on the hills all around burn so many, many fires,

and I can hear in the night... voices from their shadows…

Sometimes I have ventured across the…

These are brief thoughts of mine on the various different ideas of multiple dimensions floating around out there. I have seen theories of 7 dimensions. Theories of 9 dimensions. Theories of 11 dimensions. Theories of 13 dimensions... etc. There are physics dimensional theories like the 11 or 12 dimensional models in string theory. In physics we supposedly live in a 4 dimensional…

Adventures in the UK, Breaking Customs

It's not as if we deliberately set out to break customs during our first entry into Heathrow Airport, London.

It was all quite innocent, really.

We were struggling under a huge load of suitcases we shared with our mother.

We were thirteen years old, on the adventure of a lifetime, but already we hurt from carrying our heavy burdens.

All around us we saw people with push carts, making…

Adventures in the UK, Give Me Shelter!

In our second summer in the United Kingdom, the Kingdom's unity was severely stressed.

We arrived alone in London, Heathrow, what perhaps may have been a few weeks or so ahead of the throngs of refugees who would soon appear in the streets of all the major cities and ports of the United Kingdom.

We were familiar with dodging customs already, and would do s again before the summer was out, but that…

Adventures in the UK, Pubcrawling

Our first adventures in the United Kingdom began at age thirteen, violating customs... but that will be a different story...

This is our story of how, at age 14, we learned the fine art of pubcrawling from a master of the art, an Irish barman named Dermit.

Dermit was the boyfriend of a young woman we were desperately in love with, or at least caught with in the passions of a terrible…