Friday January 27th 2017Tim
It's a sad day
when a person's understandings lose touch with the few
signals from reality that our senses are capable of
analyzing. If you call it simpleton then we're all
possessed by it.
It's an even sadder
day when those signals become manipulated by the narratives
or ambitions of others. But here I am, having fun, deep in
the tri-county lunatic asylum where the clock ticks faster.