Big ideas–what’s the big idea?
How can you be free…?
You cannot, therefore you will go with the flow,
Emit an incandescent glow
Like a spineless jellyfish with tiny stings,
Trying to protect itself from things
It cannot see nor understand,
Because freedom would strip you of your obligation to serve others.

Once Upon A Thyme

We (mostly) posted a story.
It was a nice story,
Red, useful, and partially hydrogenated. 
We cooked our story
Slightly rare, adding coriander seeds,
And served it cold, with carrot juice.
The story tasted good
But left a HUGE Mess in the kitchen,
A very small insignificant little kitchen,
More like a gallery but what the hell?