Society
Thoughts on society as of late...
There’s that story again. The same one we were talking about the other day. Remember?
The one that had you tapping on the glass like it was a tambourine and the jokes you made regarding the weather and drug addicts and homeless people.
Did they know how to swim because the rain was coming down in buckets, so there was nothing to hold-out to fill with handouts?
You laughed over that. Saw it on The News.
Not The News but someone talking about The News after The News.
And didn’t see it. Heard it. On a podcast.
A podcast on political values and how the world is going to shit and how it’s not even safe to drive your car out of the supermarket parking lot without someone in a face mask holding out a bucket made in China for you to throw in a George, or an Abe, or a Hello! Made His Week Hamilton.
Maybe he ought to start a patriotic bucket factory, The Fuck It Make a Buck Make a Bucket Factory.
Assembly line workers in Spangled Red, White, and Blue uniforms. Clean Diesel pumping through the air. Double Minimum wage for all!
Local buckets are twice as much now and that times three. But we all have jobs, mostly. And overpriced buckets with nothing but stuff and junk and extra to put in The Made with Pride Right Here in the USA Empty Containers.
Enough room for a small trash can for the backseat floor. Something to toss your face mask into on your way home from the supermarket.
No longer buckets for uncomfortable stop lights. Buckets are too expensive for a hobo to steal. Besides, a hobo's bucket is not a safe bucket when it’s an expensive one.
Not a long for life hobo that peddles at a stop light full of hungry shoppers looking for somewhere safe to dispose of their disposable masks with a too expensive Made with Pride Right Here in the USA Empty Bucket.
Maybe a straight from the bank drive up I-pay QR SKU NFC scanner for bucket-less street corner hobos.
No one carries loose change these days.
George and Abe and Hello Hamiltons are too dirty and too maybe infected.
Toss them in the can on the backseat floor with the used masks.
Cash is King, after all.
~ Wynn ~
Too Many Old Glory & NRA Bumper Stickers
Pressed without wrinkle around The rusted rear Chassis of his 20-year-old Chevy 2500.
He has:
Too many NRA bumper stickers
Too many Old Glory bumper stickers
In a quilted firearm and flag frame
Pressed without wrinkle around
The rusted rear Chassis of his
20-year-old Chevy 2500.
He has:
Too many separate-
Too many pieced
In a quilted firearm
And flag frame around
His new tailgate with
stenciled perfect letters:
STOP Bullying.
Then below that
Spelled with stickers
Used on front doors
And mailboxes
Capital letters
Executed as
Expected:
The Birth-day.
The Death-day.
The First-name.
The Last-name.
Even-
The Middle of his-
12-year-old son.
~ Wynn ~
Under My Open Window
2025.08.24
Sunday, August 24, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
How's the day? O/
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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"Chirp, Cheep, Cheep,"
- Middle of the Night Under My Open Window.
"Chirp, Cheep, Cheep,"
-Again... Middle of the Night Under My Open Window.
Rabbits are fast.
We know this.
But did you know a rabbit momma is so quick she can pop out a litter of bunnies under your open window in the middle of the night and disappear?
Now you know.
She dropped them off at +the Ghos+ Orphanage and disappeared into the night.
Abe loves the backyard; all his squeak toys are there.
There were three more last night.
The thing to do, though it may not seem loving humanitarian at first, is to leave the babies there.
The mother should come back.
So, much to Abe's amazement, we left them there last night.
This morning, as is habit, I let Abe outside.
Some minutes later a small brown blob named Bunny Baby was delivered on the porch by the gentle touch of a 70 plus pound Texas hound rescue and rescuer.
Two more trips in the yard and two more plopped baby bunnies on the porch.
Something happened to their mother last night.
Now they're safely swaddled in a box waiting a trip to wonderful people.
A litter of baby bunnies under my open window last night...
I wonder if the mother knew she wasn't going to make it?
Abe and I are grateful for her trust, then.
We'll see to it the babies are cared for.
You and your coincidences my sometimes so jaded by Science reader!
There's a whole world to drop your baby bunnies off at.
Under my open window in the middle of the night?
Of course we'll make sure they're cared for Mother Rabbit, of course we will.
Take care everyone, throw your coincidences out the window, watch they don't land on orphaned newborn bunnies, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🐇rabbit_2
Promptly Spoke: Create an image of a basket with 3 newborn bunnies in it outside at night in the moonlight under an open bay window in the style of a magical Chibi cross-hatching illustration.
Not Just the Wish Upon a Star Ones
2025.08.20
Wednesday, August 20, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Good to be read by you again. O/
Sun's up.
Deep thought boulevard on the way.
If that's not your thing there's plenty more on the site to lighten your day.
Try Love, or Ugly Dogs, or a Post-Modern BOP, for instance.
Hope all's well.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Just thoughts and sentiments so many of us have but we don't talk enough about.
A TL;DR: of sorts. ^
How do you know yourself?
How do you find yourself?
Find a mirror and say hello....
It's more than that, more than your image that makes you, You.
Start with recognizing what you're naturally good at and what brings you joy to do.
For me it's writing, poetry specifically... lucky me.
It may not seem the most economically viable of activities, but it's what I'm best built for.
So my best life is one that is built to serve my ability to write.
If I'd been built to throw a fastball 90mph or greater, and I enjoyed throwing it, I'd have built my life around it.
Good chance you'd see me on a sports network and not have to unbury me in an Internet full of babel.
It's where we put our sense of value.
When we value artists as much as athletes our civilization will grow.
It's not that valuing sports and leisure are wrong; it's the overemphasis of importance we place on them.
It's our addiction to spectacle that feeds college scholarships to athletes and starves artists.
But some of our best moments, what we remember most, what has the most lasting impact on the quality of our lives, comes from the experiences gained from stories, and words, and what pictures and paintings can do.
There's the experience of being alone.
Some of us call it peace and quiet.
Some of us call it 'Where are my sleeping pills?'
Too many of us are in the latter category.
Our lives became exercises in distraction.
We thought if we're not doing something we're not living, we're wasteful, worthless.
But this is far from true.
Our lives are the process of making dreams come true.
Not just the wish upon a star ones either.
Before you stand up to get a glass of water you have to dream it first.
Just because you're well-trained to do it doesn't mean it doesn't happen.
When you want to pick up your glass of water your hand has to work a certain way.
How's it do that?
You learned it by watching, by witnessing the expression of another doing it, by seeing an actor pick up a glass you learned to do it yourself.
First there's the thought, or dream labeled with words, then the act.
A thought is a dream labeled with words.
Deep thought morning...
I want you to see the importance of sitting alone, of dreaming on purpose so you can live on purpose a life of purpose.
Dreams are so important. Actually they're mandatory. It's why we sleep.
If I told you breathing was mandatory you'd laugh cause it's obvious we all do it.
We all dream.
Dreaming is mandatory and just as vital to a healthy life as healthy breathing.
There's much to be said on this.
Better suited for essays, scientific studies and stories.
Wonder Fell is a place of thoughts to provoke new thoughts.
Hopefully you gain some new material for your dreams here.
As always, thank you for reading.
Take care, dream well, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: 🚶walking
Promptly Spoke: Create an image of a person sitting on a pitcher's mound in a baseball stadium writing during sunrise in the style of a magical Art Deco Impressionist Painting
Saying Something
2025.08.16
Saturday, August 16, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
Glad you're here. O/
Hope all's well.
On with our show...
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An hour or so before sunrise. Cooler temperatures prevailed.
Abe's already been out, already grabbed a toy and ran around the yard to celebrate the heatwave's end.
Business here.
I will continue to use different AI software to create morning entry pics.
At least a minimum of two separate models everyday.
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Dawn's first light, highway wooshes wake the atmosphere, lights on, game on, time for today.
With all the uncertainty, all the disarray online and in the news, I feel I ought to say something.
That is what Wonder Fell is doing: Saying Something.
What we focus on and feed is what grows.
Shift the focus from how bad things are to how good they might be, then use our might to make what might be reality.
We should thank the current news of the day for pointing out where we go wrong.
We've wondered for so long why things don't get any better, now we know.
Now we're fed the reasons on non-stop news reels.
There's right and there's wrong and there's where we're at America: The Middle.
How we do anything matters as much as what we do because how we do something is always part of the end result.
Our moments are the materials that make our days and all things.
Home cooking almost always tastes better than a restaurants: There's love in that.
War will never bring peace, it can only press pause.
Because how you do something, wage war or shout hate for instance, is always in the end result.
Compassionate acts of concern are the only way to truly make lasting and beneficial change.
I look at America today and I look at what We stand for and I see we're not standing for it, and I wonder how long we'll withstand it.
Truth and Justice in America, somewhere, became fair-weathered friends.
And there's fires in California, floods in Texas, DC looks more and more like the Capitol of North Korea.
There's no propaganda in these words just pointing out the obvious.
What's needed is a remembrance and redefinition of terms.
The Constitution is a Living Document suffocated by the neglectful sensationalism and theatrics at present, just like so many of our day-to-day 'entertain me' lives.
It's time to revisit The Constitution and Refresh the Page.
Freedom's definition in 2025 has grown through the lessons of History since that of 1775's.
Time We recognized it.
The important part is that we discuss what we're supposed to be, realize how we're failing, and fix it fast so the house doesn't fall down.
It's a moral document.
And it's long past due We reminded ourselves of our agreed upon shared morality as a Country.
There's more to life than feeling good, there's doing good too.
We're responsible for our environments.
It's not a lot of work; it's only a change of focus.
Compassionate concern starts with a 'Good morning we're in this together,' then we go about creating an atmosphere that best serves us.
It's not a lot of work; it's right living.
You care about your life so you care about others because they are a part of your life.
See, compassion can be seen as selfish when you think of it right.
Truly taking care of yourself means taking care of the world around you.
Accentuate and feed what's good and right in your life. Share it! Call it Good News! Watch it go viral!
We're starving for a reminder that we're so much better than the pictures we show ourselves.
Consider Wonder Fell some food to feed what's best about us, to help nurture and support a World made to help our best dreams come true.
Take care, share some Good News, dream how compassion can heal our News, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Wynn
Brought to you by the emoji of the day: ☮️peace_symbol
Promptly Spoken: Create an image of a somber city skyline at dawn using a red, white and blue color palette in the style of a watercolor wash
The 51st State
Snowflakes and Skins have no twins.
We these people, gas-masked, can't breathe,
Faces to the curb, choked out by that other
Still on about that Mr. Monochrome Maniacal:
Other Brother.
This body. This skin, I'm in.
Heard the Science Man Say:
That's not the same one you wore just yesterday.
Snowflakes and Skins have no twins.
In so many years gone by,
So many tears gone by,
You're a whole new you.
Read it right that's true.
Which Yesterday's Particle are you?
What graft grafted your You?
What piece of You did America bring You?
Every atom of Walt's grass still belongs to Me-belongs to You.
Every shoot shot new from Gettysburg's field that's You,
That's Me, too.
The 51st State, Unstated:
The heart pumps the prism, pumps the shade.
The heart bleeds every color in America.
The grass at Gettysburg is stained with bloody rainbows.
The leaves are Black and White thirsty.
The brown earth runs raw the spectrum.
The blood battle bespangled.
The battle beats the Mississippi!
Run Blood, Corre! Colored Blood, Corre!
Run Rainbow Blood! Run American Blood!
Lap up yesterday's bleed. Take Account!
Lap up the bled bedecked Bunker -no- Breed's Hill.
Lap up the insincerity in the Courthouse in Appomattox.
Kiss your own Black ass, your own White shit.
Kiss the great every color bloodstained leaf of grass.
Kiss your bought and sold two shade-soul.
The 51st State, Poetically, Unstated:
Evil never loses but lurks.
A battle won is done undone
By silent convenience.
America still belongs to you, America.
But your way still marks in twain.
So single it out.
That:
The cause of every American Hell,
Is the cleft cut in Liberty's Bell.
The 51st State, Stated:
In America:
There is too much Black.
There is too much White.
And there is not enough Color.
~ Wynn ~
Living, Easy
2025.07.18
Friday, July 18, 2025
Good morning, The Wonder Fell Way.
A good way to start the day.
Hey. O/
Glad you made it back.
(If it's your first time at Wonder Fell, reread the previous sentence so we're on the same page, so to speak.)
So happy you're reading me again.
Let's check the rhythm of the day.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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Thank you.
Today is a grateful beat, a thankful pace.
Maybe it was all the memories of all the days gone before when I was unable to, but setting down the first letter of the first word this morning brought relief and joy.
A lot of people's favorite F-word, Friday, for the the first word today.
I wonder how that goes... with AI machines and factories historically soon set to take the place of almost every 9-5 job, I wonder if we keep the weekend, if we keep a week?
It helps to have a shared structure for the sunlight.
It's why we have a calendar and a clock.
We need a Renaissance, an Enlightenment.
What we called work for so long very soon won't be available.
It's not about being 'replaced by machines.'
It's about evolution.
What do we value as a society?
How do we best like to share our time?
Once the technology is built and put into place, once the crops are planted, harvested, and distributed, once the Country is easily fed by machines, what do we spend our time doing when our bodies are taken care of by default?
What do we focus on building when living easy is just plain old living?
Communities and Art.
Our relationships with each other, how best to restructure our communities to best build our relationships.
Our personal relationship with Life, the act of sharing one's understanding of their witness of the world in an accessible way, is called Art.
Our artistic understandings become our most valued commodity.
What The Industrial Revolution did for mass marketed goods, The AI Revolution will do for our insistence to make Art.
Imagination takes centerstage in the coming New Age.
There's much to say on this.
Something to consider, something to revisit.
Take care, dream on purpose, and make wonderful this wonderful day.
+he Ghos+
Work
2025.07.13
Sunday, July 13, 2025
Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.
Howdy. O/ 🤠
Welcome back to The First Day of the Rest of Your Life.
A.K.A.: Today.
Hope all's well.
Time for a spell.
Here we go.
On with our show...
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"All you do is write."
- Overexaggerating, Though Close to the Truth, Friend
It's Love.
Illness kept me from it for so much of my adult life.
You learn to value time when you're restricted access to the things people take for granted.
Like when you're thirsty you stand up and get something from the kitchen to drink.
If you never had to base that trip to the fridge on when the medications in your system were strong enough to allow it without a crawl, consider yourself luckier than you know.
I love to write; it's my work.
When I went into remission, I went into my work.
Now, when I want a glass of water I don't have to plan the event.
Now this body has enough health and energy to move a pen or push some keys while daydreaming.
Funny where morning thoughts wander to and wonder over when you pause to consider them.
Or, when you reread a year's worth of past morning journal posts.
I do hope this journal is useful for you.
If it only serves as a reminder that there's a lot more going on in this process called Life than we can touch and measure with numbers, I'll consider it a win.
(And a pun.)
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Our technology is at an evolutionary critical mass.
AI can be a sedative to induce an existential crisis, or it can be a great tool for inspiration and growth.
Recognizing it as the latter is necessity for the survival of our species.
To view AI as a reason to sit on your behind and let the machines do the work, admits an ignorance as to what work actually is...
Actions to serve humanity, to serve Life.
Those actions, the acts of our work, now have more room for more imaginative ways.
Imagination, and not sweaty labor or clever computations, now becomes the most sought after job skill.
Finally.
Good show Science.
It's time to pass the reigns over to the artists to move our society forward, to evolve our race.
Take care, dream great dreams, feed them to an AI bot, enjoy the results, and make wonderful this wonderful day.