recently I've been wandering into and out of unspecified conundrumsno exception that today I ventured fourth into a styled confession
booth disguised as an art instalation. Hence forth I shall commmit
to paper my innermost thoughts and desires onto paper - this very
paper before you... I shall spare the reader any abbreviations and
emojis. I will persist with only phoenetic text. It is labourious
to proceed on such a medium and with such a crude instrument as
this but ergo I did not choose it. Ratherr, it chose me.. Yet who
can resist such an invitation to bear one's soul for all the world
ah yes the reader, the yin to my yang, the ever receptive and perceptive
party to my diatribes and rigorous perusals into the literary genres...
A bolt of paper or a ream of yarn - one weaves a tale of no compense
nor regard. henceforthh I proceed withh my tale oof chagrin and woe.
a young manoof no sppecific origin cullture nor race stumbles into the
gp olson 7-7