Mile Marker 131
I was born on the interstate. My mother was there.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
You step back to find out we are all insane
Fools say we all anticipate something else while the very thing happens in front of us but the real fool is he who actually believes you can stop and smell the roses. The darkness of reality is only lit by imagination.
You made the story dance.
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