There you are breaking butt with your friend. Climbing the mountain. All of a sudden a gush of cool air hits your behind, while your friend really needs help getting to the next level of the mountain. Did they both laugh and fall or just went about their business? I wish I knew. In the mean time, there is another friend recording the deed for history. This all brings us to this place now.
Ink is blood. Blood is ink. The intimate highway, the circulatory system, that ink and blood travel while transporting life and death. This is what they do. Circulatory systems and all writing devices share the Read more…
Some very talented friends are writing and producing music. The genre is Bachata. My mind went blank. Bachata, in my second language, Spanish, means a friendly gathering of friends having fun. It’s innocent and clean, Read more…
“When I despair, I remember that all throughout history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time they can seem invincible, but in the Read more…
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