You should try it!

First go grab, the worst and hardest habit to quit, on the planet. Yeah, go start smoking cigarettes. They are legal everywhere and most everybody can afford a pack. Nicotine is only as addictive as heroin.

Great! Now that you are addicted, do it for 44 years and then quit. Only wait…

Then discover that just quitting will make you the loneliest person on earth. That’s right! As if quitting the damn habit that you had been doing for 44 years was not enough agony, let’s just add that on top like some crappy little sprinkles.

Then let’s post to the internet, so we can show the world just how bad it really can get, when nobody bothers to read the post.

And we sit around and wonder why nobody ever does anything good…

Axe(JB)

Oh, that magic feeling(nowhere to go!)

The words of the song reverberate through my mind. You know which words; surely you do.

One sweet dream, came true today.

One, two, three, four, five six seven,

All God’s children going to heaven.

Maybe this will help… You never give me your money

When you are young, having nowhere to go can be quite magical indeed. However, at some point it becomes less magical and more scary.

Yesterday, we sold our RV, our home. We sold it for payments. Yet, we have no lease secured elsewhere. Odds are we could end up on the streets as much as actually getting another place to stay.

If you think about the fact that, so many things in life either require a firm belief in luck or God, it is a bit scary. Wouldn’t it be nice to know we actually had control over anything? How much do we really have control over?

At any moment, right now even, an airplane could crash through your roof and destroy you and everything you spent your time trying to build. This just demonstrates that the idea we control anything is absurd. It is just an illusion.

Just like everything really. According to current science everything we see is made from energy, sound, vibration. Nothing is tangible! Yet, it all appears to be.

For me, knowing what I know, the answer is easy. Place all my faith that God will take care of those things which I cannot.

For me, that is where the real magic lies. Enjoy your day!!!

JB(Axe)

When The World Is Cold And Lonely

That is today. Definitely the cold part. A temperature of 19 degrees Celsius it is right now. I highly doubt anyone would argue that it is cold. It’s “shove head into oven and turn oven on time”, for sure.

But I am not going to do that. Instead I am going to try to forget exactly how frickin’ cold it gets in a RV at winter. I am going to distract myself by typing to you. Could you at least seem a little more interested? Please!

It is because of this kinda cold that led to my last hospital visit. Seems the cold dries out my sinuses and that leads to pain in my nasal passages and a feeling of congestion in my ears. Basically, I feel like I am coming down with a cold. Whether this is actually the case is irrelevant. It does become true eventually.

This is one of the reasons for the decision we have made to seek another place of residence. If the place you live no longer provides a safe environment to live, then moving becomes priority. We all must have a safe place to live. The IS the top priority on any human’s list of needs.

Sadly, it seems, my little RV home no longer provides a safe haven. Anyone got room for a slightly used writer, photographer, singer, and amusing voice maker?

Ok, I admit I am bit more than slightly used but I have been maintained reasonably well. I come with all kinds of added benefits. I can and often do produce fairly robust and intelligent conversation. I clean up after myself(mostly), I am house trained, and lastly, I can cook if given the right ingredients. Please use the contact page if any of this strikes your fancy.

While I have been enduring the cold, I edited a few recently snapped photos. I shall share them now.

A Polaroid which my wife claims is out of focus and I claim is in focus. The problem with Polaroids if that often, both of those statements are indeed true.

I went for a bit of a painting like image here.

While my wife yet sleeps, the cold remains in the forefront of my thoughts, but I am thankful. I still have my invisible audience to type at. You distract me from the cold and the loneliness, if only, but for a minute. Enjoy your day!

JB(Axe)

Fifty Nine Years

It seems like just yesterday. I can remember racing through the cornfields to beat the bus home. The sun was shining bright but I was never looking up. I was navigating through the cornstalks. Weaving in and out, jump over a fallen stalk, duck under a tall leaning one. In and out, up and down. Quick as quick could be. The crisp air keeping me cool, on I ran until I reached my home. Slip the key into the door, fly up the small set of stars and flop onto the couch, breathing deeply and fast. Let the adrenaline flow out and happiness flow in. Happy in the knowledge that I always beat the bus home…always.

That was me at 12 years old. The third fastest runner and the best high jumper in my school. It was the running through those cornfields that got me there. I look back at that time and smile. Whatever happened to the moments like that? Where did they go?

Today as I turn 59, those questions and many more come to mind. Why must we, every year, face our mortality? I mean really, does it even matter? I got news for you young ones out there. It does not get any easier as you get older. In fact, as we get older we just find more and more unanswered questions. In fact, at my age I could fill a library with unanswered questions.

Sadly, the world does not make things any easier. But, it was supposed to, right? Weren’t we told to respect our elders, so that we would receive that same respect, when we got older? So we listened to their stories, we helped them up, we opened the doors, we cooked, cleaned, did whatever we were asked. Sure, we might have complained sometimes, but we still did it. It now looks like we were lied to.

People in their fifties (and above)have become the first, of probably many generations to come, the throw away people. Companies don’t want us, our kids don’t want us, and even our grandchildren have no room for us. They want us gone so bad, they tried to eliminate us with Covid. A disease, designed in a lab, to kill the elderly. Yeah, I know tinfoil hat stuff, but you really should do the research, before writing off words.

But I won’t go down the rabbit hole. It is far too deep these days and there ain’t no coming back either. We have enough to worry about these times. Everywhere you look is another enemy or so the government wants you to believe. Nobody trusts anybody. It is a very far cry from when I grew up. When you could leave your doors unlocked and play outside all day long.

I know you ain’t asking, but if you did ask what went wrong, I could give you an answer to that. Oh yeah, I could give you an answer to that question and it would even be the right answer. But I won’t! Oh heck no! If I learned anything in 59 years, it’s that people will only believe what they want to. So I won’t be wasting your time with any of my answers today, tyvm.

Maybe, just maybe if you ask me when I am 590 years old, I might give you an answer. But for today, my birthday, I will just say thank you. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your life. Well, it seems I did just give you an answer after all…

Axe(JB)

Why I left Twitter again…sort of.

Many of my followers may know that about 3-4 yrs. ago I was at Twitter. I had over 25k followers and got tired of just being ignored by 99.99% of them. After losing years of my life, I had enough. I took some time away from social media. Truthfully, I really needed the break. Twitter was the very last social media website I left. I was free to just goof off. But after awhile, even that becomes boring. The drive to create always sneaks back in.

Fast forward to now and realize, the plandemic has come and gone. The world sits on more shaky ground, and Elon Musk now owns Twitter. I thought well maybe. The problem with maybe is usually maybe is a NO! I had hoped that a return to Twitter would be different. It was different. But not in a good way. The platform that wasted my money and time earlier had just become more of the negative and less of the positive. The only time people comment is political crap. I made over 200 posts and received less than 5 comments TOTAL. Likes were only slightly better. After 4 months I had gained less than 1000 followers. Using basic math, it is clear it would take over 10 yrs. to get just 30k followers. To get an amount that might actually make a difference, well, that would take longer than I will probably live.

I suppose this speaks volumes about all the things Social Media has done to drive people away from their platforms and really, I could write for days on all those flaws. Heck, I even know how to fix Social Media. But then I would be giving something to world that they don’t deserve. Honestly, how many people really feel mankind has shown anything but hatred that few years toward each other. How many times have I seen people treat each other badly on the internet? Our behavior does not deserve to be rewarded, thus I will just let Social Media die off. Social Media companies and the people both seem to want this, whether they realize it or not.

At any rate, all of my blog posts and my portfolio posts will be published indirectly to Twitter. There is no sense in going to Twitter for engagement, when there is none. Instead, I shall begin work on my photography blog. Even though I have been doing photography for more than 10 yrs. I never bothered with a blog. I think the time has come. I also plan on setting up a store at Etsy. This store will feature all my photos and artworks in both digital and physical forms. Thus giving customers, more options, at less cost than Fine Art America, where I currently have all my creations. My new photography blog will be here . Bookmark it and visit often. I promise, it will be exciting!

Human and A.I. artwork created recently.

Hope to see everyone at the new blog. Take care and have a magikal day!

JB