Regeneration of a Demon Tree

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It reminds me of the influence of The System on four generations of young children-this forced hybrid fence and tree monstrosity.

The metal representing all of the ugliness and obscene harshness filtered throughout their psyches. The tree representing the children.. or rather , what remains of childhood.

The wire seems to weave in and out of the woody flesh but it’s the tree that ended up doing the hard work of growing around it and despite it.


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With unforgiving punctures and what look like surreal organic bandages, the effects of the fence appear all over in ghastly and glamorous exaggerations.


If the mind’s eye is utilized “just so” one can even spot an ironic side view of what appears to be a demon, forever imprinted and worked into the surface.

I was repulsed and hypnotized by it at the same time.
My heart also ached in the strangest way when I looked at the leaves.


As if their home wasn’t a mauled and mutilated chunk; stuck forever with a cruel and cold partner it never wanted..
As if they still sprung from the once long and healthy limbs that used to grow towards the sky..
From arms no longer there.. since workers yanked and sawed the poor things away from the equally violent intentions of the fence.

The beauty of those gorgeous and perfectly formed leaves.
No matter how ugly and violent and cruel of a life their mother had to endure..
No matter how the scenery changed around them..

My heart ached over the damages done to our children, to us, over several decades by a system. This fence with barbed wire running along the top- illustrating all too perfectly the undiscussed and unchallenged condition of our existence.

It also ached with a strange sort of joyful assurance.. about a future that most of us may never live long enough to see.

It’s a feeling of joy which came from this reminder of the magical resilience of Nature.

It’s about seeds carried into the future and a beautiful regeneration which won’t require inadequate human hands nor be left permanently damaged by the insane human minds of a System..which had no business being set up where it was set up in the first place.

photos © Ramsy 2019

I Was a Woman. I Guess.

nude body girl. Naked woman back

A court case caught my attention recently.
Broke my heart is what it did.
It reminded me of a routine humiliation I went through as a little girl.
It’s something I never found anyone to relate to because it was such a unique molestation.

And then, decades later, I read this blatant horror.

Though it took my breath away, I’m fully aware that the trolls dragging our society into this Black hole as they are, are doing so with shrugs all around and with nothing but a sense of indifferent glee-over being so thoroughly hidden and thoroughly effective.
Like all good cowards tend to do and be.

I was moved to write a bit of fiction about an “everywoman” character stuck in this nightmare.
It’s the only thing I’m able to do, unfortunately..being in the same ragged and wretched boat as everyone else in this nothings and nobodies at the mercy of even the highest courts in this land.

At the very least, stories such as these can (or should) bring about a more sobering reality of how much trouble our daughters truly are in…if we continue turning to a smiling and “caring” System for answers.

When it couldn’t care less if we lived or died a thousand deaths each and every day.

(No, there was no Mr. So-n-So for me.
It was more like Mr and Mrs. So-n-so before they headed off to bed..if it matters.
Which it doesn’t. Not anymore.)

I Was A Woman. I Guess.

She said..

“I am a woman.

And I did a bad thing.
I stole some money and other things that landed me in prison.
I don’t believe all that much in making excuses, but you seem like you may understand.
About the single mom. Poor, desperate and such.
I guess.

I was raised with a lot of good, a little of the bad. Nothing special.
I chased after butterflies as a little girl.
When I got a little older, I tried chasing a few dreams.
Maybe the same as you.

I guess.

I am a woman. And a bad thing happened to me last week.
I’m still in prison, as I will be for a few more years. As I know and accepted.
I don’t get into any extra trouble but found myself being punished anyway.
Like one of those bad times I had as a little girl
with “Mr. So n So”
When he had me take off my clothes and lay down on the bed
so.. he could get “a good look at me.”

He said I had to keep it a secret or else my parents would be pissed, you know?
He’d touch himself and I’d keep my eyes closed.
Burning with shame.
Wishing I could shrink. Needing desperately to disappear. Although I never once did.
I suppose that’s not quite what you’ve experienced.
I guess.

I’m a woman.
And it took a minute or two getting that pain behind me.
Well.. until last week.
When I was told to strip.
Told to spread my privates wide open.
In front of men’s eyes.
Burning with shame.
Wishing I could shrink. But because
I am a woman
I choked down the tears. Hard.  
Because I fought too long and went through too much in this life
to end up letting these folks see me break down like a little girl…

I am a woman.
Or at least I thought so.
Not this voiceless and worthless and helpless Thing that
I was taught
I was promised
I was assured
and reassured that I would never be
As the woman I only thought I was.

I guess.”


written by Ramsy

photo By eugenepartyzan



“Antistar” Video Project

Vinyl sunset red / 3D render of vinyl record as setting sun on horizon

A video loop by © elroce ( combined

with “Massive Attack”‘s  song “Antistar”.



For a potential  illusion, stare at the eye of the action for at least 30 to 60 seconds, then shift focus on the red and black “record sun” picture by © grandeduc (



Not 1 of the 5


The quantum zen queen / 3D illustration of female android hardwired to computer core

We are living online now.
And we’re in our infancy stages.
With bad grandparents and really bad parents taking care of us.
Sleeping in concrete cribs and drinking sour formula.
With their grotesque cooing and grinning faces above.
Spooking us away from a decent night’s sleep.

We are loving online now.
And we have no business doing that.
When we do so badly on the earth that we walk on now.
Unable to protect or care for one another.
Despite blessings of having all five senses at our disposal.
What an exquisite delusion.
Believing ourselves capable in such ways.
In an atmosphere which allows success with the benefit of only one.
Which, by the way,
isn’t a single one of the five.

art By grandeduc

words By Ramsy


Two Films on Being a Man

Silhouette of a man sitdown with so sad in the sunset.

They’re both about being a Man.

“The Arrangement” from 1969, starring Kirk Douglas and Faye Dunaway.

“Death of a Salesman”

Whether he makes it big or not. Whether he’s perfect or not. Strong or weak.
They’re about being a Father and a Son at the same time-with all of the desires, potential and realities in between.
They’re about the miracle and sorrows of any Man’s life and the unlimited choices he’s able, and most importantly, entitled to make for Himself.


photo By stcom

Debunked..and Necessarily So

Open police handcuffs on a black background with text / writing / copy space

Just the thing many of us may order to muster enough courage to rush up and snatch the silicon  disguises off of the first “aliens” to pop out of some ridiculously huge  “UFO” which may “come in peace to show us a better way”.

We’ve been played for fools much too long to continue being played the detriment of a humane existence for our progeny.

Copy it, save it, check out whatever links you can and when you can.

Before we can undo these cuffs cutting into our wrists, we need to shatter the bands worked into and tightened around our minds…whatever precious amount is left of them.

Enjoy the studies, take care.

photo By RuPhoto



What Your Soul Sings by Massive Attack


Another marriage of digital yin and audial yan. A sort of daydream break.

The song is “What Your Soul Sings” by Massive Attack and Grantley Marshall from the

“100th Window” album.



photo by blackday

Marriage of Sight and Sound


Dearly Beloved….we are gathered here to witness the union of digital soulmates

Song and Loop.

Song=Massive Attack’s “Small Time Shot Away” and art video loop = greenbelka (

witnessed by Ramsy as being perfect for one another
July 2019
With Featured photo By DD25

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