I'm not going to lie to you.
There are things I do not understand. I
write to capture moments like slides, some memories are hazy, others need... touch
up. I believe in the Edit; I can be an Ediot.
I sincerely wish that I not piss you off.
“In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”
He was mad. He was mad because she was mad, and she was mad because he was mad. She was mad because she was mad — they were mad together. They all were sad, glad, bad, rad, and mad in a place which enabled — a place which encouraged it,