“A writer is a world trapped in a person.”
– victor hugo
we thinkwe thinkour own thoughtsbut the veilis so thinhow oft wesimply repeatwhat we heardin the ether
Our fears made things wrong, that would otherwise be right. We let our discomfort define evil for us, instead of our own courageous truth. Rather than taking…
secret soldiers sent to fight secret wars come home sick so suck ass scoundrels can skim and scheme and sulk away satisfied and flush sick to death…