by Monk Anchorwind | 25 Apr, 2020 | Mental Scraps |
(in response to someone trying to reconcile fox’s “most trusted” slogan) …Regrettably, “most trusted” and objectivity aren’t mutually exclusive. We would like Fox News’ target demographic to differentiate opinion...
by Monk Anchorwind | 20 Apr, 2020 | Mental Scraps |
(discussing regulations) …if you give people the opportunity to be lazier or be more selfish, how often are they going to take it? Hey, let’s remove the regulations requiring people not to dump waste in the nearby river – wait what do you mean...
by Monk Anchorwind | 29 Dec, 2019 | Mental Scraps |
(on what conclusion someone would draw from Reddit as a whole) …Any conclusion it wanted to. We are incredibly diverse entities. By the time I’ve finished typing this comment, someone’s day has been improved! Conversely, someone else’s has been...
by Monk Anchorwind | 29 Nov, 2019 | Mental Scraps |
(on decision making) ^ I’ve heard this so many times. “I’ll just go with the lesser of two evils” Well let’s say we were <———-| (10) Well the lesser of evils took us to <——-| (7) Then the next lesser of...
by Monk Anchorwind | 14 Feb, 2019 | Mental Scraps, VA |
I am intimately familiar with my knife. I’ve traced the carbon lines on its blade repeatedly. My knife is a well balanced work of craftsmanship. no detail overlooked, and I’ve wielded it for ages now. I’ve played with my knife, learned...
by Monk Anchorwind | 19 Feb, 2018 | Mental Scraps |
the victims of violence will no longer be silent home, in this era of terror we take care of our seeds we provide for their needs but money is worth more than lives children’s deaths yield mother’s tears while you profit from the fears go,...
by Monk Anchorwind | 19 Aug, 2016 | Mental Scraps |
A day is too large to judge The hour refreshes anew Through the muck and the sludge The changes ring true The minute feels an age We need long periods of rest Must make everyone rage Again we need all at their best Reaching out was wrong The wonders never cease Being...
by Monk Anchorwind | 17 Aug, 2016 | Mental Scraps |
We used to drink to remember Now we drink to forget. We once knew joy and fun Now the patterns are set. There’s little of age and old It’s not the year but the mile. Early deaths you’ve bought and sold Remember when love was in style? Passion but a...
by Monk Anchorwind | 5 Jan, 2016 | Mental Scraps |
there once was a gateway of water and flowers were people just relaxed for hours and hours in this peace void of stress and strife the people laugh and they enjoy life this gateway has a cherry blossom tree that’s where you’ll find dreams and here...
by Monk Anchorwind | 23 Nov, 2015 | Mental Scraps
This is my new painting, a most rare gift to myself, entitled “The Lament of Icarus.” I was able to acquire in the process of acquiring a gift for another. It was something I knew I wanted as soon as I saw it. My initial impressions were of a different...
