I have no one to...
June 12th 2009 20:38
...talk to but you and I do not even know who you are! Probably better that way, you may have a tendency to judge if you knew me. Judge away...
I come from a small minded town in the upper penisula of Michigan. I was out of school when Nixon "resigned". Forced to keep anything true about me deep down inside I learned the fine art of storytelling. You see when you are forced to protect your essence you cannot imagine the things you have to do. The fear it produced is incomprehensible and the memories it left are ever present.
After leaving school it was easier, in the short run, after leaving town I slowly allowed myself to discover all that I had innately buried. This is still happening; a process that does not have any ending because it is always beginning, do you get that? It just never ends or is always beginning, I am never sure.
I come from a small minded town in the upper penisula of Michigan. I was out of school when Nixon "resigned". Forced to keep anything true about me deep down inside I learned the fine art of storytelling. You see when you are forced to protect your essence you cannot imagine the things you have to do. The fear it produced is incomprehensible and the memories it left are ever present.
After leaving school it was easier, in the short run, after leaving town I slowly allowed myself to discover all that I had innately buried. This is still happening; a process that does not have any ending because it is always beginning, do you get that? It just never ends or is always beginning, I am never sure.
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