So. I have these thoughts. Sometimes. At times. All the time. Perhaps you have them as well. Or you don’t. And these are just what live and burn and generally muck up the place inside my own head. I just say them. Out loud. Or more likely, in type.
Category: sunday morning thoughts
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.16.17
Oh, inspiration! How tricky she can be. A fickle, yet warm and forgiving one. Addictive upon the taste and still almost always fleeting. And unsuspecting, upon acquaintance at the very least. The good kinds. The real deal. The ass kicking sort.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.9.17
There are a whole mess of riddles about it. And it, as the subject of discussion, is most certainly bold. So much so, as to constantly and relentlessly interject itself in all we call human life. Anywhere. Any place. Any time. Every moment or happening or glimmer of whatever, it stands over you. Us. Tenderness…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.2.17
When was the last time that you were truly honest? I’m not fucking around here, I mean it. Truly honest. Truly. Honest.
The Veracious Facade 