Mitch
@MitchTalbert3
The madman at the end of time.
Modern architecture is a form of psychological warfare. When the world you live in is bleak and hideous, people become despondent and lose hope. Hopeless people are easier to manipulate and control.
I saw another set of albino twin fawns with a normal doe this morning. That makes 5 white deer out there that I've seen. That's a good omen. Sacred animals inhabit sacred woods.
Times thine inequity The flutes of the chi Will sound again, my friend Wrap yourself up in gold The fruits of the old Are ripe to be told, my friend For, it's not what you are How you've come to be All this will end and begin again -Ween
This past week I spent some time deep in the woods thinking. Out there in the real world, I forgot all the troubles. I reached a conclusion. Everything is fine. We're all going to be okay. I took several steps back. Now I see the pattern.
The sun is rising. My watch ends again. Or perhaps the dreams begin. We're all in this together. Everything will be okay. I promise. I have foreseen it.
No one on this life can you trust. Not men. Not women. Not beasts.
Look at that. A stranger nears the perimeter. I don't know this beast.
As the sun sets here, just as it dips below the trees and the shadows grow long. The sweetest, smelling cool breeze comes wafting out of the woods. It smells like flowers and rich earth. It smells like life. I love it out here.
Time elapses through the sound of you And the things we could do Just think of the master Trying to fool the blastman Check the cards at the table Scream softly, you are able To see the sign of thine self as throughout the ages of time
I'm the one Helding the time back from the sun As I scope the lobe