Sunday Morning Thoughts: 2.17.19

The exquisite ideologies found ‘round the barroom. Everyone is a critic. A poet. A genius and star. Everyone’s an asshole, if they are to be seen by the right person. Likely been this way since humans first started getting together to drink poison. Another wildly interesting phenomenon in and of itself.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 11.12.17

I’m late this week. And I missed the week before entirely. Not through intention. Or from doing nothing. But a Sunday passed with no mutterings from me. Then, came another. And still, thoughts stuck to my mind only. And though the ol’ thoughts wandered many a place, I think now of whether missing a week…