Kitchen Sink Omelet

We entered a house, portal ornate and measured with simple lines, filled with corridors strange, yet somehow comforting, and rooms that turned upside down as we walked into them, while doors appeared without warning and opened as if to invite us further inward. What would we find, ever deeper, ever further inwards? The mathematical precision of the floorplans belied a feeling of artless improvisation, chaos twined around and about the wallpapers and the wainscoting, highlighted the trim and sank deep into the foundations. Yet this wildness was not rot, nor corruption--no more than that of any life lived in a morass of a world perhaps denied. Stairs upward instead led us inward, strophes between floors, between layers, kindness of the hostess melded with the casual dismissal of the hermetic, the withdrawn, the soul become it’s own shell, gritty sense of self an irritant to form the lustrous pearl. A moment’s pause to cast eyes about, our breath fog, wondering what had led to this, lea...

What I think is amazing is there are still steam trains operating around the world, with engines sometimes over a hundred old. Here's Sort Of What It Would Look Like If Steam Trains Didn't Need Rails

Yeah, it's that simple. Fear is not a relationship.

Ideas tend to build up slowly in my brain until several pour out one day.  One design seems to spark another. Help yourself to these.  And I go, "Oh, yeah, we can do this also..." Distribute freely.  Photoscape (free!) software available here .

"But he saw too that in America the struggle was befogged by the fact that the worst Fascists were they who disowned the word 'Fascism' and preached enslavement to Capitalism under the style of Constitutional and Traditional Native American Liberty." --Sinclair Lewis, It Can't Happen Here

GOP 2014: "Hey wait—there's a pregnant woman in that polling place! Oh my god , she's voting ! Stop her! Help me, quick! " [The single woman's hand moves closer and closer to the ballot—]  "Nooo—!"  [McConnell wakes up in a cold sweat] [Hillary smiles hideously as the stake is driven through her heart]  "You think I'm dead? Hahaha! "  [Bohner jerks awake. He caps the bottle] [Bundy drones on to reporters]  MILITIA1: Won't that old fool ever shut up?  MILITIA2: He played us for fools— MILITIA1 (furious): Shut up! [Video: Bundy tells us about 'Nigroes']  [Hannity yells into a phone]  "You told me this guy would be the story of the year!" [listens] "Oh yeah? Well, now we're fucked !" [Paul Jr. stops in hallway; turns to Aide]  "Look, I don't care how, but get that Bundy off the air! He's going to blow everything wide open!" [Issa hisses into his cellphone]  ...