This world is my entertainment. My joy and my fun delight.

The common day politics and every day rhythm of the day has it’s magic and delight for me.

My interest vary down a narrow stream of topics all focused on creativity. However, every once in a while I see a yellow bull walking along the sides and my nose catches wind of bullshit. I looked around.

Searching for the bullshit. Where is the bullshit?

I can read it in the news articles and see it in fearful glances at phantom enemies not there. Someone says something to me like it’s a general truth “we all know” is the truth. It peeks my interest for a spell away from the journey of creativity.

I need to know. What am I supposed to know is the truth? Why is everyone sure they know the truth.

I notice this adults. We often times are afraid to say some times. “I don’t know what’s going?”

Only the real ones do as questions at least. To be truly humble is the ability to admit your shit or admit you don’t know shit or you could be wrong about the shit.

Children are more honest sometimes. They ask you questions because they don’t know what the hell is going on. So they’re on quests to find out.

My bullshit alarm always goes off when I hear some say. “That’s not going to happen. Don’t be foolish.”

*Sniff. Sniff.*

That’s that bullshit right there.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg