Running low, Here and now I try to cross the meadows of my mind and though you are not without your doubts I stumble onward. Virtue comes looking at me through the glass of a rain soaked window. I try to grasp a semblance of your shadow. Carry on marching forward quickly men, up aheadContinue reading “Onward Interim to Confusion on the Battle Field and Confusion on the Battlefield.”
The ingenious bullshit my brain spews on a daily basis
Just A Girl In A Whirl 