I am the sun. Ok so I thought I should explain this one. The painting I am talking about is the canvas or fabric of space-time as we understand from Einstein's theory of relativity. The story which buys the painting is gravity written by the sun. The sun also needs the space-time in order to send its photons to the planets, the planets being a product of the mind of space-time dynamics. Space-time is **** and beautiful like a flower because it recieves the influence of the  light which is the gives love to planets (in her mind) such as earth. As long as the sun is awake space-time can never be sleeping but is always changing and awake... conversely, this is based on a true story where I tried to buy a painting from a young lady with a short story because I couldn't afford it with money. the painting really is her **** with planets coming out of her head and I really found it to be beautiful, though she didn't see in it what I saw in it. So there you go. cool isn't it?

The power of a single thought; or even a bit of information.

How the universe relates.

I thought of the love between objects and then of the love between us.

Make peace with the past. And get all the help you can find.

I'm just experimenting to see if this makes sense to anyone else; or am I crazy?

For those who suffer from OCD Poetry Disorder, otherwise known as English Majors.

I thought perhaps this perfect opposite of the genisis story could have unconsciously influenced Christian thought over the centuries, giving rise to patriarcal systems of knowledge and a fear of ***.

Just a mind ****; interpret it as you must. I was super depressed when I wrote this. Sort of just came out

Africans can tell a good story, trust me, I'm an African.

How everything happens for a reason

How I envy the naive

the universe follows the laws of the jar