Trees’ll drop their leaves as the temps and sun go down. We hide our face too.
My imagination needs stretching.
Imagination does not breed insanity. Exactly what does breed insanity is reason. Poets do not go mad … mathematicians go mad. – G.K. Chesterton
En Vogue at the State Fair. Holy shit.
It’s not only me I’m looking after when I hope to say something I maybe shouldn’t even think, yet one more unseen request slips by.
The more I consider my near future, the more it looks like I’ll be turning into a hermit. I just need one of the shells the cool crabs wear.
Mired in mixed-media motivations making a mockery of memories and masterminding man-made mayhem, middling memoirist’s meddlesome melodramas.