Zombie's don't take pictures.

Do You See What I see?

The "ink blot". Perhaps you have seen these only in movies, they are after all part of a projective psychological test used to draw out psychopathology, or maybe these tools of a fading psychology are a metaphor of life today. We are bombarded with post-modern messages of "everything is relative" and "there is no absolute truth" and while I'm not writing to debate these arguments of trivialities; I have to respect the fact that other people see things differently.

At first glance I see two men balled up in shame while angels watch over them and demons laugh in their faces. Do you see what I see? Perhaps my self in this moment as I'm writing sees this because it is a projection of something in me. Yesterday, maybe I would have seen something different. Tomorrow I probably will see something different. Maybe instead of trying to figure out why some would see something else, or why I would see something else; I should live in the moment and recognize the truth in the moment.

Every have one of those days where the alarm on your phone you have set to wake up do laundry does not do its job? And then to make it better, when you come to consciousness two hours post alarm, your nose is bleeding.....?

Never Too Late

Never Too Late

lyrics

This world will never be

What I expected

And if I don't belong

Who would have guessed it

I will not leave alone

Everything that I own

To make you feel like it's not too late

It's never too late

Even if I say

It'll be alright

Still I hear you say

You want to end your life

Now and again we try

To just stay alive

Maybe we'll turn it all around

'Cause it's not too late

It's never too late

No one will ever see

This side reflected

And if there's something wrong

Who would have guessed it

And I have left alone

Everything that I own

To make you feel like

It's not too late

It's never too late

Even if I say

It'll be alright

Still I hear you say

You want to end your life

Now and again we try

To just stay alive

Maybe we'll turn it all around

'Cause it's not too late

It's never too late

The world we knew

Won't come back

The time we've lost

Can't get back

The life we had

Won't be ours again

This world will never be

What I expected

And if I don't belong

Even if I say

It'll be alright

Still I hear you say

You want to end your life

Now and again we try

To just stay alive

Maybe we'll turn it all around

'Cause it's not too late

It's never too late

Maybe we'll turn it all around

'Cause it's not too late

It's never too late (It's never too late)

It's not too late

It's never too late

Back from the dead.....

The best part about fall is the ability to drink hot beverages (e.g. coffee, tea, or hot chocolate) outside without that whole sauna feeling! Viva la Steamed Milk Beverages! Oh, and I am missing the hoodie i have on in the picture, so if you see it give me a jingle.

You are here.
The workers at the Germantown Festival just loved kids, we could tell by the

drool dried to their faces and empty ticket taking stares.
Ding dong the vine is dead.
Kenzie's one and only trip to FHU.
Kendra, Steve, and Kelly are a happy family.

Pics of Summer