I call them rumblings as they grossly lack the structure and merits of a perfect read - yet clasp close as they reflect my inconstancy and joie de vivre - unyielding to any persuasion known to man (please accept 'lies' as incidental or embellished truths - as I strongly deny the existence of 'Lie' - it's always 'Truth' or otherwise...besides 'Truth' in its purity lacks imagination)...Happy Reading!
Saturday, August 29, 2015
Found the confrontational self back after long...unsure if I would feed him to death or starve to life! Does an obliging life accrue all that it promises to shower...or just bite the dust in the end?
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