Monday, June 29, 2009

"When I wore it walking down the street or going into shops, I got strange looks, a mixture of surprise and curiosity, that made me a little embarrassed."

Our intelligence is growing exponentially. And for each person very differently. That is what reincarnation is. Just difference levels of intelligence travelling through people. And we are the vessels. Intelligence sweeps down on the milling bodies like seagulls, taking residence in a vessel until they need to come up for air again.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Wednesday, June 3, 2009


I am a chicken with his head cut off right now. That, of course, is a beautiful existence. What does the chicken running around with moments left to live have to offer anyone. Maybe he runs the path his that life should take. Is it Nirvana? Is it Liberty? Is it Freedom?

Alive?, but with a head in the feed covered dirt somewhere.

It's an image that really fascinated me in younger times. But that I haven't thought of in a long time.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

My new name is Stoob Vernon.