Graphic Manipulation Fun

I found out about a free online image editor the other day and tested it out for a while. That makes it sound like I'm a graphic designer testing out new software for my booming graphic business. I played with with it for a couple hours. This is the result of my playing. Check out the editor though, it's great being that it's free. Aviary


"Psyche Dissociated" by Rusty


"The REAL Nature of Reality" by Rusty [by the way, that's me in the picture....just in case you didn't know and were wondering]

Pointing at the Moon - Haiku & Poetry

The sunshine sparkles.

Golden Light pours into life.

The cloud matters not.

COMPLEXITY

Terra unfolds; riding the linear pinnacle,

the crest of the wave.

One grand fertile plain;

the entirety, a divine epitome of the plot of soil most coveted by the humble farmer.

She sprouts a seedling, and another, and another, and another,

and another.

From her verdant womb.

She grows long, luscious green fur, pulsating

in unison with the host.

This is Zen.

Symbiotic creatures grow and multiply.

She subsists on their life force; they are nurtured by her body.

Wrong does not exist.

Though both may not survive,

Together they will evolve to unfold again.

Shooting the City

"Techvolution" by Rusty



















"Big Brother" by Rusty


















"Perception" by Rusty












"Flowering Anemone" by Rusty












"Psyche" by Rusty













"Deliberate Choke" by Rusty









"The Outcast" by Rusty

A Story About A Boy

The once was a boy who was walking. Where he was walking to he did not know. What was more perplexing was what he was walking on. This thing was hard to describe, it was hard to fathom. It seemed to not be there at all, and yet here he was, walking along. Was it circular, was it wavy, was it smooth? Perhaps it's hard, or uneven, or jagged. The boy just couldn't tell. Nevertheless, there he was, traveling on this thing that he couldn't make sense of. It plagued his mind. Wait...it plagued...his..miiiinnnd. Plagued. Mind. Mind. Mmmmind. Ahhhh...nevermind. There it is again! Never. Mind. So the boy kept walking along. His destination still unknown, but it doesn't seem to matter. He is contented. No matter, the thing is not matter.

There once was a walking who was boy. Where it was boy to it did not know. What was more perplexing was what it was boy on. This thing was hard to describe, it was hard to fathom. It....

There once was a random collection of words. They were walking to an unknown destination. What they were walking on they did not know. But they made something along their travels. It was a story. A story about a walking boy.

The End