It's hard to picture a world in which human creativity was never a thing, no art, no music, what a sad and sad world that would be.

If it wasn't for the strange human urge, that some of us feel, to create something that other humans

will enjoy.

Have you ever met King Nasty?

That's one nasty bastard

I saw him at the bar one time, he came in

He told me, "people say, remember your roots

I became the bloody roots

They are a part of everyone, but my roots hurt."

I didn't really know what he meant, but I hope he's doing alright

Maybe taken a shower

But, anyway, through the waves of moods, I still feel warm

I am no longer cold

I am a reflection of light and wholeness

Your beauty glows in the darkest of nights with no sky to look or see