mariah22

A cold and wet November dawn and there are no barking sparrows just emptiness to dwell upon. I fell into a winter slide and ended up the kind of kid who goes down chutes too narrow just eking out my measly pies. But I learned fast how to keep my head up 'cause I know there is this side of me that wants to grab the yoke from the pilot and just fly the whole mess into the sea. Another slow train to the coast some brand new gory art from way on high I sink and then I swim all night. I watch the ice melt on the glass while the eloquent young pilgrims pass and leave behind their trail imploring us all not to fail. Of course I was

Pop Art does not mean you take a picture of yourself in Photo Booth on your Apple computer.  C'mon... I'm tired of looking at "pop art" in the form of a confused teenaged girl. It's been bothering me.  I've seen at least five now.

If it wasn't the reason kaleidoscopes were invented it was certainly the reason funhouse mirrors were.  Prisms, too, if you hold one to your eye and see how they change the view.  Atypical, yes, atypical.  It's the way an image can surprise.  It's the way a thought can change.  Atypical, it's the foundation of humor.  And the architecture of a smile, question mark, and exclamation point.  Atypical has a mission - to change the world.  Look what it's done for ice cream.  First there was vanilla.  Then there was chocolate.  Then the vanilla and chocolate swirl.  Atypical.  Clouds were the original high priests of the atypical.  Most people thin