Imagination,
Creativity, and the
Will to Make Believe
Creativity, and the
Will to Make Believe
The one above was written in red over an old, twisting tree. Bubbles hung in the smoke filled air and an orca danced playfully off to the side. Butterflies flocked near the orchids. I have been an a troubled state of mind and my imagination is the only real sanctuary I have to escape life. Irony is fun, isn't it?
The second may seem kind of cheesey, but it's some of the best advise in a nutshell you can give. Your avatars and signatures don't define you. Your family gives you a starting point, I suppose, if you're lucky to be blessed with a good family life. Your friends don't even have a say so, but I'm preaching to the choir.
Never relinquish
heart, mind, and the privilege
to create yourself.
heart, mind, and the privilege
to create yourself.
Here's a couple lines, while at work,
that bred from a bad taste for beuracratic, 'everyone's the same' society,
and a hate for my job.
Little consumers,
Sowing season is a myth;
You are not special.
Sowing season is a myth;
You are not special.
comment, ask if you want, and enjoy what little I have.
More to come.
No flames please.
