Strange to think how I feel no one can ever see me but it’s like I have a target painted on my back… just follow the knives. The Indivisible Invisible… the mess inside this shell that everyone tends to ignore; am I really keeping it together?

She will never stop aching for you.

Random list for how the world can end.

It’s easy to make an good smoke bomb with only household things!

We only got to the top of the food chain by fighting our way to the top. However the war continues.

Stars are pretty amazing.

Talking with fellow Trionder soloxen last night about religion, I later became inspired to write a poem about our universe. Particularly, about how everything forms a distinct pattern. All is cyclical, and often circular. Are we still in the process of creating God? What goes around comes around, they say. Circles and circles.

A child underdog rises to the top in this short story – poem.

Out of The Box part two.

What would you ask for from the Wizard if you went to meet him?