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24. Dec. 2018 By Alex Nuttall - Bio Olde Towne Flowers I hate using I.  I was walking yesterday in Olde Towne, Portsmouth, Virginia, US, Earth, Milky Way, Universe. It's been more than once where I found the center of the Universe was no more than a few feet away from where I was standing. In this case it was a flower. Was it a daisy? I don't know. In some cases I want everything to be exactly right. In most cases. I try to do my part. I'm lazy. Lazy, Lazy, Lazy. In my ignorance I follow an abundant routine of rote highways with the senses. This is my cattle ride. I'm herding the senses and plucking the dignity as it comes to fruit or milk or is it the port I am arriving at with my cattle simile? Ignorant and feeble is the future and to some it is today.  Going For Walks and Flowers in Olde Towne Portsmouth - Was it a daisy? The center of the Universe can be found within reach of every human being or sentient being. That is where t

13. Dec. 2018 By Alex Nuttall - Bio It is cold in the northern hemisphere of planet Earth. In the United States and many other places there is celebration and coming together. For some of us who have left the old traditions behind it becomes a dance of conformity at best or misery at worst. The layers of hypocrisy, we say, are killing us all. Lets count the months leading to the New Year and Winter Solstice: September, October, November and December. These are 4 months or 1/3 of the year. The word September means “seventh month”. October means the “eighth month”. November means the “ninth month.” December, you guessed it, means the “tenth month.” In the very root of our everyday calendar there is false perception. We brush it aside. We drive on. When this is brought up by the sharp minded it is dismissed. Let’s look at our days of the week. Monday is the Moon day. Tuesday is the day honoring Mars (Tiw). Wednesday is the day honoring Odin. Thursday is Thor's da

12. Dec. 2018 By Alex Nuttall - Bio It Comes Down To It. The Situation Here we are. Me and you. Side by side. Eye to eye. Sort of, it is sort of this way. There has been a lot of stress with regards to the message OgFOMK ArTS is putting out. It’s been stressful to this writer mostly. Ownership of a broken vessel is not a proud thing but it’s only broken for a short time. The captain elects who he will take along on the journey. Captain Alexander at the helm. Glad to meet you.  The Planet Earth vessel OgFOMK ArTS is set to sail with only her original cargo. All passengers have been thrown overboard along with their works. So be it. It was a tough journey. Begging all the time. “Please come out with me.” The old Captain would beg. Like a man with a fine fishing boat who bought the gas, beer, ice, sandwiches, canned goods and such; only to be begging on the phone to his compatriots for some company. Instead of a captain he is a dung beetle. Alas his ball