Every Stage Of Life Has Its Own

For This Moment, Nothing Matters. Look Up Into The Stars And You're Gone.

Maybe The Only Thing Each Of Us Can See Is Our Own Shadow. Carl Jung Called This His Shadow Work. He Said We Never See Others. Instead We See Only Aspects Of Ourselves That Fall Over Them. Shadows. Projections. Our Associations. The Same Way Old Painters Would Sit In A Tiny Dark Room And Trace The Image Of What Stood Outside A Tiny Window, In The Bright Sunlight. The Camera Obscura. Not The Exact Image, But Everything Reversed Or Upside Down.

You Ever Wonder When God's Coming Back With A Lot Of Barbecue Sauce?

I Am The Child Of A Lunatic. Not A Child Of God.

I Tiger Can Smile A Snake Will Say It Loves You Lies Make Us Evil