Collecting Landscapes

Rushing to find all new ideas forming carousingly inside, playing with me and having a very enjoyable time doing so. All contrary to human nature, yet being a part of it intuitively day and night. Collecting every avenue of pictorial landscapes, arriving at conclusions not naturally formed in this area of the brain. A novel existence being produced and formed, a new day dawning over this new expectation, not interfering at all with processes of intellect. Providing instead an abundance of heavenly conversations, being bandied about. All thoughts arriving on schedule in a bounty of poems, never failing to entertain and amuse everyone who reads them.