magic

I have been thinking alot about magic; the magic that happens when I am taking a poo, sweeping the floor, making the bed, sipping coffee; the in between magic I don't usually see because my third eye is in need of a scratch-free monocle. Sometimes I see it, but more often than not, I don't.  But lately, due to a lucid dream, collective digital phenomena, and a quick jaunt to a dusty burrito cart on the moon, my magical pipes are in the process of de-clogging. 

In the spirit of magic and all its glow, here is a little something