here is a FREE download of "At the Table With a Dog" composed with writings and sketches. The first chapter of a series of 26 chapters. you can have it. print it. eat it. digest it. shit it out.
through dinosaurs, we can imagine something real but is no longer existent, the power of ciphering what skin tones they had, what they actually ate, or how they actually breed, or communicated, the strategy of fabricating a fact from clues through their deaths gives us a broader understanding of creation, of imagination, of another world of the same world. giving a human being the ability to give life to what one would create, giving breath to creation through paint, clay, rhetoric, music, and/or performance through no factual evidence of its origin. we must fallaciously and corporate perspectives from religious dogma, not to just lay it down for good, but to use it's imagination as well. to use it as a benefit for thought, imagination, creation, and strategy along side science, or dinosaurs. in that we have a much higher authority to create more than some creator of lands. we walk the earth now. we created faith, we predict our faiths, we observe our own. we are starting to understand the world, both past, present and future. we are individually gods and goddesses living as one, giving life to creation of thought and death. owning our environment, creating capitals, creating province and state, creating rules, creating food, fuel, technology, changing the climate, and creating ourselves (babies(. no god, no higher power, no supreme being is telling you to put yourself in situations of chaos, no puppeteer is pulling your strings. you are the director of your dream, and reality, the air around you and I is clay, you can mold it into whatever you would want. tell the world how you would play god.
with gravity filling, holding space to the surface of our skins, each pore it seeps in, through our blood cells and organs, all pulling our sub-conscience towards the moons and other planets to the stars, controlling every breath and thought rev elated to someone, in here, out there. we stare to the sky and ponder.try to break for a wish on a dead star, talk to the galaxy through radar and sonar or prayer. we may not exist at all and only part of a dream of some rodent building a nest in homes somewhere hidden in the walls or floors, or in the drains of sewers. we are attached through our thoughts like we are attached to the thought of the rodent hidden from us.
