Yikes!
Where does it say that you
(or I)
within this realm
have the right
to die inside
over unspoken words?
Stuff
- Soffhackle
- Spokane, Washington, United States
- Maybe I'm real... sitting in a yard sale chair tying trout flies while the rest of the world laps me again... I'm not a racer...on occasion I employ odd confusions of literal giddiness... or curse the wind that collapses my cast. But that never lasts... I am terrified by the citizenry. Opinions without knowledge. The neo-nazis in church... Save a stretch of fine trout water for me, please? I deserve that.
1 comment:
Wow. That's stop you dead in your tracks profound. I'm going to have to think about that one. What a wonderful ponder in front of me now. :)
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