

What's Below?Whats Below?What's Below?
Dip your toes Into the pool of the subconscious Dont you fret, The waters not cold. But be warned:
It gets deep real quick
You cant go very far In this psychosomatic lake, Before all light is gone: Even our best attempts Have yet to penetrate The darkness of the unknown
For all we know, Jung could be right And everybodys pool Could undeviatingly Lead them to the same place: An inherited collective.
One things for sure, While we cant really di


Road RageRoad RageRoad Rage
The car sped through the Nebraska fields, the rows of corn stretching to the horizon in all directions. The yellow and green did not reflect in the dull brown paint that covered the 1968 Buick as it cruised along at forty-five miles per hour. It was relatively quiet in the car; the only sound, aside from the usual humming of the cars air conditioning and engine, came from the clinking of the empty beer bottles that littered the floor as they occasionally knocked into each other. The driver did not notice the sound of the striking glass, however; his focus was on the red light blink