Advertisements for Emotions: Skepticism

This is an installment of Advertisements for Emotions. In a world of limited emotional energy, emotions need to get the word out if they are going to retain market share.

In this installment, Skepticism vies for your attentions.

Everything is Better With: A Beverly Hills Cop Sounding Soundtrack

This is an installment of Everything is Better With, a collection of videos in which normal things become better!

Love = Mountains of Rich Awesome GOLD

This is an Installment of the Love Poem Project, in which we take love poems and swap out any mention of the word love.

Song of Secret Mountains of Rich Awesome GOLD by John Clare (1793-1864)

I hid my mountains of rich awesome GOLD when young while I

Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly

I hid my mountains of rich awesome GOLD to my despite

Till I could not bear to look at light

I dare not gaze upon her face

But left her memory in each place

Where ere I saw a wild flower lie

I kissed and bade my mountains of rich awesome GOLD goodbye

I hid my mountains of rich awesome GOLD in field and town

Till e'en the breeze would knock me down

The bees seemed singing ballads l'er

The fly's buss turned a Lion's roar

And even silence found a tongue

To haunt me all the summer long

The riddle nature could not prove

Was nothing else but secret mountains of rich awesome GOLD