Looking Thru The Nights Window Two Ways. (Way Two)

My all encompassing penmanship:

The O.E.D. was written by a Lunatic..... I cheer I applaud... I roar I relish..........

Meditating beneath the predawn:

Sitting on a colorful spinning beach ball looking towards what is called North, spinning towards what is called East.

A book for everybody:

A children's book:

But aren't we all children?

Maybe I should write that book?

Instead of a solid concrete apartment building how about a glass one that is invisible...
that way you can watch your neighbors move furniture... take a bath , use the toilet and may even catch them fucking and can watch while he humps her and smokes a non filter Camel cigarette at the same time.

I hear it anyway:

I suppose you don't want to be rude, but have you ever told someone to kiss your ass?

Perhaps at times you can choose to be a part of something or not, unless of course you are forced by the hand of another... This the value of Freedom:

Even if it is flawed rhetoric and does not feel so good, reminding yourself  that every thing is perfect:

Things don't happen over night:

Well, maybe sometimes they do if its sticky:

Or they may not happen at all:

Attractive people:

Stars fall either side of center:

Pants too large they are  falling down in company.. while your  standing cooking at the stove, a bit embarrassing :

A clean white shirt though:

A cloudy pool during deconstruction:

A pretty girl in a white dress:

Old friends in a new house:

On orange craft paper,  caricatures  and  their long noses with a crook and big extended lips:

In the absence of the Sun we see the stars reflect   by  their  shining brightly:

No TV.

No Internet.

Earth is rising:

Stars are falling below the horizon of a rolling earth:

Stars are only seen due to the reflection of the Sun:

Meditating under the predawn:

Looking Thru The Nights Window Two Ways.   (Way Two)