rebuilding the ever-falling block tower

god sits in heaven with his block set ever building new configurations, towers, turrets, flying buttresses, and interesting ideas expressed through spirit blocks. or are they tangible? who cares, he's god.

earth was his 3882th configuration that he thought was amazing so voila, he let his light enter the set and through processes only those of celestial comprehension could understand, this rock floating in space became special. now in 2009 we lead the surrounding planets in sophistication and developmental speed....as far as we know

how come there can't be a whole little microscopic world inside of venus? its possible, but "ohh so improbable" according to our smart brains with white tufts of hair protruding out the top.

there is sooooo much we don't know. and the crazy things we find out, only proves how much knowledge we lack.

why can't all that be legit?   because its not what we hear everyday. if we heard that since we were growing up, maybe it would be the main philosophy of the earth's creation...

regina spektor is pretty cool

i recommend major time

The Screen Is Poisonous

My computer screen is poisonous. Don't touch it.

I really hate turning off the screen to find these greasy fingerprints crawling all over it.

i respect my electronic baby and i hope you do too.

i look at it so hungrily everyday and yet i do not see the screen for what it is, i see what the screen sees, i see colors and boxes and pictures but i do not see the screen.

till it is turned off.

then i see it.

black.

a black dwarf ate some plastic

that he told me tasted fantastic

i thought it was absolutely nast

and when i said that he ran fast

he ran to his house in the hill

and took a large bulbous green pill

he grew and grew till he broke the house

and i looked up at him and felt like a mouse

he said now he could have his revenge

for the comment i said about Stonehenge

i asked what he was talking about

but he reached down and i died with a shout

Who made the plastic casing around the wire?

I realized so many people have contributed to society with gargantuan achievements and additions that we use so much.....and we have never heard their name. they go unseen through our insignificant world creating and improving everything without public credit. is it their choice?

Unicorn City

My other name is Godfrey. Godfrey Maxmillian IV.

I live in a wallet and out of a gun, if you can figure that out, this isn't a good pun.

Every morning I walk, not to walk, but to stalk.

You may think that's creepy, but you haven't heard the whole story, so sit back and prepare to be sleepy.

A grand sunny morning, I threw off the sheets, and I heard something mourning.

I thought someone's hair had been unrightfully shorn, but what i saw shocked my whole mind, because it was a unicorn.

I quickly ran down to the garden, where i saw the unicorn sitting, but instead i found a note titled "Pardon".

Reading the note very fast, i realized the unicorn was sorry, for waking me up with his mournful blast.

I flipped the note over, hoping there was more explanation, and what i found was more magnificent than the song "Cliffs of Dover".

it was a beautiful map, showing the way to unicorn city!, it was all such a rush i was already due for a nap.

so now every morning, i awake with such anticipation, hoping i hear something anything mourning.

because i have looked and looked, searched and searched, but i have never found anything to keep me hooked.

except a small unicorn hair, that must have fallen from the unicorn's quick flight, and i have been stalking and stalking, looking for it's pair.