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.
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Sunday Morning Thoughts: 6.18.17
It is not Sunday morning. That’s right. It is now Monday afternoon. I strive for punctuality. My history has proven otherwise. No point getting all bent out of shape. However, this does not mean that I wasted a Sunday morning. Far from the case.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 5.21.17
There is part of me that wanted to leave the page blank. For the symbolism. The purity, and such. Just. Blank.
The Veracious Facade 