A bone or few, picked clean.
n.e.s. #80 of 480
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n.e.s. #79 of 480
It’s no coincidence that Conflict, Afflict and Inflict are cousins.
n.e.s. #78 of 480
Who is she? Yes and No.
n.w.s. #77 of 480
An ill-used creation protests.
n.e.s. #76 of 480
Still washing your hands with a full 20-second scrub, Friends? Still distancing and masking up?
Please do!
n.e.s. #75 of 480
You have had a lifetime to grow an inner voice that tells you what really IS what, and what the best thing to do is in those crucial, make-or-break moments. It is when we ignore that voice that we make our biggest mistakes.
n.e.s. #74 of 480
A) Don’t paint yourself into a corner B) and don’t paint yourself AS a corner.
n.e.s. #73 of 480
The wisdom of not mixing tin and fluorine.
n.e.s. #71 of 480
Mirror, Mirror, in the Cosmos,
Where is True Love we may osmose?
n.e.s. #70 of 480
Nowadays, Friends, there seems to be a switcheroo in progress: Invention is the mother of Necessity. Invent a way to make lots of cars for cheap and a mere hundred years later the population explodes sevenfold, there are conflicts on a global scale, and some guy eats a bat and lays millions of people low. (That last is perhaps merely a rumor, but the disease is real.)
People in the arts MUST make things up as they go along, to slake the thirst for Newness. So here we are. Where are we going? We chase Tomorrow to find out.
One with Clay, Image and Text 