Saturday, October 31, 2015

Walking CCTVs

Ants are walking CCTVs, they scurry  across multi-dimensions, and spy on every action made by mushrooms, so much so the latter get very annoyed and lose their patience, "they send up more mushroom periscopes into our world to seek new thrones to conquer", but the mission is far too premature. 

Though tiny and hidden, because I am well informed and prepared, these mushrooms are now held as prisoners of war in my memory card.

The ants have saved mankind and our civilization!

The age of mushrooms does not realize. World history is not changed.

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Life Waveform

I believe in the existence of fourth dimension, where mushrooms hide in the dry seasons. 

How crazy I am to have a bee in my bonnet,  the mushrooms remain silent, silent and absent, except for the big black ants. But they are too busy to bother about my presence. 

A heavy load their pencil, they are creating a waveform of their life, though I am only seeing a moment.

The ups and downs of the pattern synchronize with their rises and falls on the slope. 

I am a minute dot along the waveform, though very big body size as compared to theirs.

Saturday, October 17, 2015


Web construction involves millions of webmasters in the forest is overwhelming. The power of WWW is as explosive as a nuclear bomb.

Thus I see a webmaster is expanding its complicated but beautiful website. "I want more traffic!"

News spreads, and enthusiastic visitors are attracted and get addicted. 

A butterfly who is one of them, ends up spending its life with an open web forever.

It used to feel proud as a tech-savvy butterfly.

Saturday, October 10, 2015


Always hearing about web and its total power, my enthusiastic mushroom friends find themselves so overwhelmed one morning.

They are standing right below a variety of webs: some spiral outward like spokes on a wheel, some look like funnels of doom or harps, while others run thin strands parallelly.

These are beautiful but never catch their eye.

These mushrooms want to know more about me, yet struggle with the webs.

"Is a start button required?"

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Flower Thoughts

There are tears of sadness and, ironically,  also tears of happiness. They can be salty or plain taste.

Raindrops are tears of flowers. While overloaded, being magnified but indecisive are grace or sorrow.

But the power of tears enlarges the finest beauty of flowers.