The eyes maybe the windows to the soul but they are also evidence of a selfie.
I was in the desert and took pictures of a big pile of rocks. I like big piles of rocks. I imagined how glaciers from the last ice age could have made this big pile of rocks or perhaps they we part of an earlier tectonic shift that pushed them up from below? I am not sure. Then I tried to imagine how much I would enjoy making a big pile of rocks. Then I went home and though about it some more.
Why did I crack up?
Who is the zombie?
Where is no longer a choice?
When the deal no longer exists?
Learn about neopagan post human feminist paleo reactionary good times.
Learn the uncomfortable truth about lies.
Learn the comforting lies about the truth.
The death of life.
The life of death.
The afterward of pretension.
The preconceived notion of the unknown.