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If writing is the game, perhaps doing is the goal.

“Freedom of Speech” has become too costly to employ. #sad

We’re free to say whatever we think, as long as it’s what others like to hear. “any colour that he wants so long as it is black” Henry Ford

Art: Our beating heart upon the bench we lay, then wait, will our unseen spectators strike, or will their blades, they stay.

Paper serves as canvas, pen, as brush, for paint, our tear thinned blood, and as for any other artist, our easel, is our heart.

Shame: That we would turn away, lest we might see that for which we long.

What purpose life, without love.

Struck to ground, the only view, hobnail boots, aimed at you.

What does misery love, solitude more than company, least that is the way it is, for me.

Better to fill one’s life with glee, than a misery boots to be.

Happiness is where our mind is free.