Oh The guy in search of truth carried a light, what does the person in search of a sense of humor carry?
Feeling my way along the bottom with pretend ink. 406 followers / 32.6k words
Haven't had enough to drink, yet to write really well Inhibitions yet to be defeated scream fighting that fade-to-cornered gibbering buh buh buh but what about buh what about
its supposed to be
its supposed to be different this is supposed to read well save your cornflakes and all from becoming soggy
Wondering about direction Wandering without connection Displaying words some fresh
This uneven land this scramble of eggs like days beaten with spices from unlabeled containers I'll eat that I know smiling
the bit not in my teeth I wonder where you are sitting where words mix in with your milieu what you have at hand to sip how fast you move on