Me, again

By now, my appreciation for Art has only deepened. I have reached a point when I can no longer live without it as Art gives me life, love and respect or appreciation. Without Art, Life has no meaning and without Love. I appreciate how the Renaissance has turned Jesus Christ in their own European model and face. They have actually given him a face one can appreciate. I am no diehard fan of Jesus Christ the Man himself as he was an ordinary, common misfit in His time. I follow His teachings because it comes naturally for me to follow what is Universally true and what actually works and not every morsel of wisdom in this world was his original thought. I personally have no motif for celebration for Jesus Christ this Holiday Season. I think it's a scam. Christmas is for nitwits. Renaissance Art of Religion far moves me to divination. So Fuck Off, Jesus Christ beside me. Fuck off or Jerk Off!  Your undying, unrelenting envy of all of my being will be your own undoing, not mine. So wi...

A fictitious account by Miyazaki. Once upon a Haiku, there were two sisters left in an old dilapidated house left by their father as their only refuge from the cold bitter world of the RAT. One worked for a living. The other stayed at home taking care of a disabled person, both their nephew. One was a functional member of the RAT. The other WAS not! The working sister had plenty of money to collect in her den. The other had virtually none. The other was carefree and didn’t think much about money but enjoyed her life to the hilt by being friendly to all that she met…while the working one was responsible and money-assured but kept most to herself and a select few she considered close friends. One day, the one with virtually no money RAN out of it…buying things for herself and gifts for her friends. The one with plenty still had much to spare but did not give to her sister and their nephew at home. What do you think happened? Try and figure this out while Miyazaki thinks about it.