Heaven always turns into hell

http://www.cabinetmagazine.org/issues/42/wiles.php

Snowflake

If a song written by a songwriter, produced by a team of producers, performed by a bunch of artists and marketed by an even larger group of corporate entities and promoters can describe perfectly who you are or how you feel, do you ever wonder how unique you really are?

Einstein the E.T

"I do receive much criticism from the outside world...but this does not really touch me because I feel that these people do not live in the same world as I do"
-Albert Einstein

Haiku

Your amnesia
Is my deja vu,
We are meant to be.

I try to
salvage my mind symphony,
Few notes remain.

White xmas

Oh what I would give ,
to be a caucasian for a day!

Giddy Up

I was returning from high school one day and a runaway horse with a bridle on sped past a group

of us into a farmer's yard looking for a drink of water. The horse was perspiring heavily. And the farmer didn't recognize it so we cornered it. 

I hopped on the horse's back.Since it had a bridle on, I took hold of the tick rein and said, "Giddy-up." Headed for the highway. I knew the horse would turn in the right direction. I didn't know what the right direction was. And the horse trotted and galloped along.

Now and then he would forget he was on the highway and start into a field. So I would pull on him a bit and call his attention to the fact the highway was where he was SUPPOSED to be. And finally, about four miles from where I had boarded him, he turned into a farm yard and the farmer said, "So THAT'S how that

critter came back. Where did you find him?" 

I said,"About four miles from here." 

"How did you know you should come HERE?" 

I said, "I didn't know. The HORSE knew. All I did was keep his attention on the road."

        The universe and its unpredictibility is sufficiently capricious to ensure that life is forever punctuated by pitfalls, stumbling blocks, and brick walls, but for the most part people have the practical and existential coping skills they need in order to somehow deal with those exigencies.

What I mean to say is...

Relax!

The Horse knows.

Who are you?

As writers we mean 

and don't

at the same time, 

the things that we write.

Why do I consider myself a writer?

Because it is in my writings that I articulate bulk of my thoughts.

Every other form of expression is repessed in some way or the other.

You are 'how' you articulate.