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Dec 2016
One,

Thoughts to words.
Expression. What we see dictates how we think. Moments so short you'll miss if you blink, hundreds of thousands of these moments occur almost simultaneously, it's no wonder my mind is a mess. Two...

Words to voice.
How we think dictates our voices. People's perspective perpetually permeates based on the principles of our personal party. A party for one put on display for the world to see, because two is too much company. Three...

Pen to paper.
Volume control. Scribbled ideas and half-thought thoughts, the idea of expression an imperial dreadnought, the hull of a ship once alive with sound now short for time and coastline bound, what the **** am I going to say?

It's a good thing I know how to swim.
Ampersand, start.
Sam Ciel
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Sam Ciel  Los Angeles, California
(Los Angeles, California)   
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