Originally posted on itinerantneerdowell:
How long Had it been Since we’d Been friends? Day, night Music played All retro All the time Yes, it Was real A friend Of mine Day, night Music played All retro All the time Sometimes I Still Hear it In my mind Day, night Music plays All retro All the…

The feels.

A beautiful post about losing and finding oneself again. The thing with writing is that it makes you dig around in your soul. Frees you. I am glad that the cracks of that freedom are bringing your walls down.

The egg

Originally posted on VACILANDO:
The Egg By: Andy Weir You were on your way home when you died. It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your…

Mental Slavery

It is amazing the number of people that will blindly follow others. Never checking the facts themselves they just get in line with whatever they are told. It makes no difference if it is the truth or not. They don’t care who is hurt, what reputations are attacked without cause they just follow along. Funny… Continue reading Mental Slavery