That’s my blood dripping on the ground. What are you lookin at? This should not be happening. That’s my blood, warm liquid on my skin. I am not ready to leave this world . . . it’s way too soon. I’ve still got things to do . . . I'm feeling kind of dizzy right now. . . blood’s filling up my shoe.…
read more →Last day of the year, an opportune time to give thanks for those whose friendship I cherish. Every day, it seems, the world flirts with some new type of random craziness, spinning us round & round. But it also, somehow, continues to remain irresistible, dauntingly beautiful. Every sunrise is forced…
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