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sure, she’ll play. again, today. let me, upon waking- catch her the imaginal capricious nighttime version of her she t..

Two stanzas is all it takes to explain why I'm tired of wasting my time and want to accomplish something special every day.

I heard a song by some Krautzs. There relics in this world, ill and infected by mediocrity, but still staying on, still plain and insufficient. ..

She smiled, he laughed, she ate, he talked. Her smile, too wide, his eyes, too distant. ..

Why I pulled my sons out of school...

The tale of an unsatisfied underachieving common average person.

Is this the whole picture, Or is this just the frame? Am I living in this world, Or living only in name? Each breath feels warm, No..

Tags mediocrity