If penguins could talk, it might sound something like this.

On the corner of philosophy and insanity...no boundaries.
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don't Panic!

There’s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you paid for...

with all of me

the ability to empathize is one available only to those who can effectively tie scarves.

for a very long time, i was to blame. the fate of worlds beyond my reach saw defeat due to my own lack of ability. failing nations known only to residents whose lives destined never to seek beyond said nations.
i was not enough.    
eventually, the necessary realization of the possibility of blameworthiness happened. the urge to assist an already conceptually perfect universe could no be attributed to failure, at least not in its most complete form, the difference between a piece and the whole. 

the long for forgiveness exists as the need to proclaim blame. so you fucked up. im still here.

i once wore a scarf just like that one.

once the truth...three times black sun



we look at truth in a very different regard in comparison to those factitious opposites. such lies exist in a very vivid or living manner, whereas the truth, contrary to the belief of the common, exist as fairy-tales told to women and children alike.

to those men who speak the truth, we thank them for their nobility and just. for without those with such virtue we would have no factitious comparison.
to those men who speak lies, we banish them to a life worth living only till end. for because of those with such vice, we have only the noble to look on forward.

i once told my mom that i loved her. for this i was thanked once for my nobleness and beauty. deemed once a man of good word, for once a beautiful man shall be beautiful only once.
i once told another i loved him. and for this i was thanked a thousand times. deemed always a liar, for once a man lacking nobleness and goodness shall be as such.