There has to be a place where I can stash things that I like, that I would like to keep or share. Without logic or reason, a flowing ream of collectibles, be it self-scribbles or works blatantly borrowed. Thoughts, verse, sights, sounds, each to be whimsically vibrant, eclectic, joyously effervescent, introspective, scathingly incisive, or deeply nostalgic, but always moving. This is to be it.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
It happens
Gently seeping this invasion settles to levels Unarrested Finding ground Its very own.
- It feels good to be writing again. After a long time.
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