there’s a man who’s warm
but it’s not me
He breathes fire
and spits ice
He knows which way to go
but when I ask for directions
he just laughs
while I wonder–
if he knows which path to take
why is he sitting so still
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This blog consists mainly of the writings of my jounal I scribble in from time to time
Some is purely freewriting Other parts are more deliberate and thought out, as my mind tries to do from time to time, philosophical ideas that I have that I feel the need to be explored I fully encourage comments, feedback, criticism (both productive and slanderous) on anything and everything you read Please enjoy, empathize, revel, appreciate, ponder, despise, understand, deny, mock, applaud, contradict, what I have written But most of all, let it connect those synapses inside of you in a way that invigorates the mind Archives
February 2015
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