Archives for July 2018

The high-riders have holy hemp seeds.

New agriculture streams will erase the old favored crops and corn will be a thing of the past.

Discuss!

And then a swift, concentrated flexing of facial muscles to roll through every expression we can think of.

Acting school on the high plains.

Hipsters, dipsters and pipsters.

Twittering in the trees, the blue-coated barn owl looked wise, and sounded better.

A comedian could have polished gems and tailored fine clothes.

Instead, the ice melted and the lake became a swimming classroom.

Aligned with the new reality, the golden boughs of ancient trees started to reveal secrets of particle physics.

We accelerated.

Plans and triangles and the music they produce.

In the middle of the night things seemed clear.

Later that day two lanes of steel stripes formed a cordon.

The traditional mind meld was late in coming.

Supra-sensing beacons weaved a mosaic of extraordinary Hermès-silk-like patterns.

Fortune favors the recognised moment.

The spoons bent in the wind and the clouds showed a picture of the promised ocean.

Everything we wish to be , can be.

Aging will be soon be a numerical ploy, healthy and vigorously alive aging, an even sooner reality.

Soon. Shortly and not long.

We will have the opportunity to learn rather than be “educated”! At last!

They didn’t just give me a menu and instead gave the keys to a mountaintop mansion.

We spent the weekend in silence as mandated at the IntraHil2Seasons Hotel and Conference center.

Smoking was allowed (any type).

We drove off in imaginary sports cars and made record time getting back home to conversation, comment and jest.

Making movies is a gas.