Beers come and go, but JP keeps truckin’ the skies. I guess his skies are the sea of sky blue waters, but that’s almost a beer of a different brand.
Published by L Paul Turner
I would lose myself in spinship economics, but for my plan to write fiction with Cle' Curbo. Sometimes I eat food, and sleep. I desire to see the human race mature to care for our mother earth, and wean ourselves to space for her sake. I love to experiment with my garden of earthly delightful plants. I grow heritage apple varieties. I strive to love all the people all the time, but I am not powerful enough to do so. End right side amygdala. Space alien! is like shouting "squirrel" to a dog. The left side of the amygdala is awakened. Care, dream, plan, do. All thinking and doing is by trial and error. 99 point 999 percent of all accomplishments are prep. Find something you like. Love comes later. View all posts by L Paul Turner