P1xels

I absolutely could not choose between these two pictures tonight. There were a couple of nudes I really liked, too, but I double-checked and half the pictures in the past ten days were of women. I try to mix it up, but, as one can see, when I’m not paying close attention, obviously, my selections tend to skew in  a certain direction.

So … bees.

I hope it isn’t a cop-out to choose two pictures. I love them both.

How did I get to here?
A random chain of events
Or chemical and elements
Conspiring, divining

From the star

I’ve been pulled apart
By weightless love
And the heavy hearts
Of sadness

Oh, I was born blown minded
With an eye on oblivion
oh, I was born blown minded
With an eye on oblivion

In my heart I have lived without aught
It’s been the war of attrition
Between a small-minded fool
And sublime intuition

I believe there’s a meteor out there
With my name on it
Hurtling through space
And nothing can stop itOh, I was born blown minded
With an eye on oblivion
Oh, I was born blown minded
With an eye on oblivion

Oh how would I love to revisit that simple angst of the young man.

Blown Minded by Young Galaxy