Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
straight line..
Slowly unwind the intricacies of life problem into a straight line. It seems the contact is direct thwarting all forms of falsehood. Allahuakbar.
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