The Art Process

Best part about projects --> buying the materials and having 1,000 ideas run through your head

2nd best part: starting the project and knowing that it's going to happen and be AMAZING!!

Almost best part: tenatively trying impromptu ideas because you realize your original idea might be complicated/near impossible and you are unsure about trying something new

And then it works out!!

This is what I meant by tenatively... because that body is NOT working

Boom. 

Religion's birth

Look up into the sky.
It's gray.
Blue grey clouds massed over us.
But look,
One spot with no clouds.
There's color!
Golden and blue,
Like the delightful beauty these clouds wish to hide us from.
It seems...
It seems as if...
As if there's another...
World beyond those clouds!
A world hidden in the sky,
unreachable from Earthe.
Only in death, when we are free from the binds of being mortal,
Only then can we fly up, reach that world, and discover the endless beauty.

And that, my friend, is how religion and god was born.

The desire to explore this seemingly endlessly beautiful world,
the reality that we cannot yet reach that world,
And the morals we wish to instill upon others around us
all came together to form what has truly taken a life of its own
and shall have a death of its own:
Religion. Deities. A reason to life, the meaning of life.

Before we got smart and
Studied why things are what they seem and
How things work.
Religion will come to a
Screeching halt one day and
All believers will die of regret and shame.

College

  A warm and loving place, full of knowledge and futures, pleasantly awaiting a reader










 But I walk alone, Apart from the nearby crowd, the steady flow of my population

 My path, Though it may be cracked, torn from its center, it shall be my path, and become a past

 Overwhelming expectations. Though we may all stand on the same ground, The walls tower above us, with unwavering stature.

 Hearts as natural and humane like a child, turned to stone.

 The shelves are full, books untouched and impatiently calling for me.

 But the halls stretch on, threatening my every step, my spent energies.

So I go on, down endless tunnels in a maze that presses me on until I am no more

The warm libraries sit empty, hope lost and futures pushed down a drain. a few will stay, fighting their chances. Hoorah. You can do it.

Cutes for yous!

JK, it's a wet & dried phonebook

mystery package

Thinking outside the box... and life

alternative parking

The one seat you can count on to be private and available

Multi-use bike lock

defrosting a window with hands

where's the handle?

Human muscles

how bike racks shouldn't be used

dropped some food and now there's a foot

how to crack an egg