Temptation

Yikes. This is kinda creepy.

Know where we are?

On the edge of something deep.

Should we?

We must.

Why?

Because we're curious little

innocents who don't know any better.

Now, come on...

All together...

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.

.

Splash!

*Sputter! *Sputter! *Sputter!*

Cool! Let's do it again!

Sweet! I'm first in line.

Temper tantrum having a fit.

Like my new eau d'toilette?

You'll get a new one every day

now that my master has gone gourmet.
This one is chicken and asparagus
with melted gruyere,
and tomorrow, I believe,
is porcini mushroom stuffed
with sardines.

Never forget, Luze,

every hole-in-one, while sweet,

may be your last.

Aspire lower, and you'll

never go hungry.

Do you?

Still do.

Mars, Jupitor, Venus...

 ... And me...

... Here...

... Now...

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After one good ouzotini

Old Man Atlas could feel the clouds part

and an incredible lightness of being

spreading throughout his heavens.

Cyber Love

Milt and Meg met on the keys.

Two decades later, they're still

tap dancing a great point counterpoint.

Wait! Shhhhhhhh! Look up there.

That gossip Mimi is drone eavesdropping again.

Honey rolling her sweet pot holder's

shaboomah-smooth inner vibrations.

The Grass is Greener

(Hop, hop, hop.)

Whoa!

(Ziiiiiiip!)

Uh-oh.
Does this mean we'll have a problem next spring?

I love how
stepping into rain puddles

is like stepping into the sky.

These guys are true masters.

They are so talented at the art of

grounded meditation that

they have miraculously learned how to fly.  

They say their secret is to imagine that

their own bones have been hollowed-out,

similar to those of the fleetest of birds.

They sigh deep, warm breaths

into visions of these healthy skeletal bones.

With each breath the warm air dances limb to limb.

The master sees him or herself transformed into

an incredibly light, beautifully toned flute.

His spirit can't help but take off in flight.

RRrowerrrr...
Your whip-it-up moves

make me burn, baby, burn

with a deep-seated hunger.

It might look like I'm in panic mode, but I'm actually

just reveling in the shifting energies of this moment.

The secret is in remembering that every fall lands

you right smack dab in the grand flow of things.

Drone Mysticism

You're saying in a previous lifetime

you created Stonehenge?

Sorry, sorry... just squidding through.

I wonder if he knows that

his idea has substance.

Just when I think I'm lost,

life heaves up and waves at me.

You sure you read the manual, honey?

Mom, this is a bonfire.

There is no manual.

I thought I had it nailed,

but now I think it lacks substance.

Uncle Dan says if you stop hunting for life

it'll sneak up and bite ya.

Oomf!

Whoomph!

Sandy-pawed puppy galoomph.

Keep on quack'n!

The miraculous birth of Selfi,

a questionably innocent moment.

These rain dances sure are a kick,

but all we seem to generate is a lot of sweat.

Chaos Buddies on the Prowl

This guy looks self-satisfied...

Let's go tickle his ear hairs.

Plugged into quiet self-promotion. 

Being a cool bird

is all in the foot work.

Well, at least my little

frog-belly anxiety

is delicious.