Last week I was down in Picketwire Canyon reading petroglyphs! I love trying to figure out the lives of those who drew them. As for bankers, our society thrives on them.
Bankers can sleep at night because they're all in bed with each other...as for art, a petroglyph was carved from reality and stood for something spiritual and sacred...photo is magnificent...spear chuckers of yesteryear would have skewered the rats and fed them to the dogs...
Love,
Sage
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
Reviewed on September 2, 2010
I think the tenth planet was Tiamat. It existed where the asteroid belt is today and was destroyed many eons ago.
I've often sat and pondered these ancient rock petroglyphs up in the great northwood and in the southwest. Makes one realize man has always been searching for answers to many things.
The Wholly Book of Doo-Doo-Rot-on-Me is adult satirical humor featuring adult language and adult content, and the work is a parody of the Old Testament Book of Deuteronomy.
A naïve councilman and a down-on-her-luck single mom try to save their county’s last stand of forest from greedy developers and a dysfunctional government.
Peace,
Dayvid
On mattresses stuffed with our money.
Ron
Love,
Sage
Enjoyed,
Christine
Anna
Be always safe,
Karen
Markie
Regis