A long, long time ago I climbed out a window and in doing so placed the palm of my hand on a nail that was sticking up. I might have been three or four. I've always been up for an adventure. I was telling Justin tonight that I didn't really have any "me" time today. The closest I will come is when I close my eyes in a few minutes and allow my unconscious mind to assert itself over my physiology.
I think I'm looking for my next adventure. Or am I already engaged in it?
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
