LETTER OF INTENT
rant. rave. regurgitate. repeat.
isn't that's the point of it all.
just to get the inner monologue out of our skulls into the visceral existence we live in. everyone wants a voice. we need to add weight to our thoughts. in descibing what makes my gears spin round, perhaps i can gain a new perspective because nothing is ever black and white. there is no yes or no option.
in reading this hogwash, maybe you'll gain insight into some aspect of your own world, maybe you'll take a chance on something different, maybe discover something that drifted past you unnoticed. or maybe not.
i whole-heartedly encourage response. everything is open for discussion and debate. your two cents is always legal tender.
and so it begins...
isn't that's the point of it all.
just to get the inner monologue out of our skulls into the visceral existence we live in. everyone wants a voice. we need to add weight to our thoughts. in descibing what makes my gears spin round, perhaps i can gain a new perspective because nothing is ever black and white. there is no yes or no option.
in reading this hogwash, maybe you'll gain insight into some aspect of your own world, maybe you'll take a chance on something different, maybe discover something that drifted past you unnoticed. or maybe not.
i whole-heartedly encourage response. everything is open for discussion and debate. your two cents is always legal tender.
and so it begins...
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