Windless cyclone. I am bored and older. That is all.
It is too early and I have neglected this thing, this blog, this way I say what I need to. Today I am feeling censored, the internal editor is loud, and threatening, and calling me common, and you know how I hate to be common. I am one of many. I am not all that special. I follow a path. It is what keeps me alive.
1 comment:
Common not in the least... or, anyway, its something nobody can avoid for longer then a moment or two.
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