Shatter your brain ...
                       melt down the pieces
                                         gather them together again.

Mother, where have the all of the rest of the children gone?

Rinse.                      



                                Repeat.

No, not that totally sweet map from Goldeneye.

"We are the facilitators of our own creative evolution"
                                                  - Bill Hicks

Stretching

Let's get things started, shall we? ...

Hello

Little Sunshine

In the womb

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When skies are gray

You pustulant worm

Make some stew

Buried

My pretty, pretty sunshine

Swimming in the sky

I see where you're going

I see what you see

It isn't always pleasant

Just keep reaching

Past that membrane

of complacency

And tattered wrappings

Little one

Break free

Hello rabbit hole

Spread yourself

Turn the lights on

And reflect

Communicate

Share

Absorb