This has become important for me. That is why it continues. Perhaps, once, I knew an audience I was writing for. Broad, and yet more specific at certain points. This was once more a letter outward more than whatever it is now. Or am I remembering incorrectly? Well within possibility.
Author: bruceduluoze
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.21.18
I often feel sad after a party, but content after a funeral. Does that say something about me? May be masochism. Maybe something a bit more sublimated. May be a sign of acceptance, which I’ve heard tell is a part of good mental health. Maybe I just like to act the contrary.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.14.18
My fingers are all cut up. It was visceral, last night. A full load of emotions all built up to singing, screaming and playing to the maximum intensity as I was capable. I recall almost passing out at the microphone. And if I fell, who might catch me?
The Veracious Facade 