Ten years from now you’ll put on your jacket and find a paper mask in your pocket. You’ll chuckle to yourself and think, “man what a weird year that was.” Then you’ll pick up your machete and continue across the wasteland, keeping to the shadows to avoid the roving bands of cannibal raiders.
Sketches in the Ruins of My Mind
I dance around and sing a song and know that I can do no wrong…
all the time i used to read smaller articles or reviews which as well clear their motive, and that is also happening with this piece of writing which I am reading at this time.