Road log soaked with memories and spilled whiskey...littered with dried flowers pressed between the pages, and coffee stains, cigarette burns...dreams and secrets and poetry...letters unsent and re-written...angry rants against god and the government...tales of woe and fortune... mathematical equations, geometrical figures, and diagrams of things yet invented.
Wednesday, November 27, 2024
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