There are days that I miss my words. Days that I want to just sit in front of my screen and let my fingertips bleed a little of my heart. It’s a big heart you know… but this screen is silver. and my keyboard is black. and Mac isn’t mine anymore. and Smithwicks don’t live...
just don’t ask me where I’m from. Don’t ask me where I grew up. Don’t ask me anything about a hometown. But what you can ask me is, “How ’bout them spurs?” TIME OUT! WOOT WOOT! Repeat after me “BEST IN THE WEST!” Back on topic: And someplace in my answer you’ll hear the glimmer of...
Sometimes (i.e. this time) I sit in front of Mac and I stare. I have a “few” things going through my head that I should need to do but instead I sit. And I stare. Because I’m bored and would really rather like to enjoy it, the boredom. I’m bored. No really, so bored. Like,...
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