Love stories are a thing. A thing which is not mine to read nor write. All that is logged here are the convenient perceptions of a 181 month old boy, such as the Artistic Scenery in Life when we are at peaks of out emotion.
Expand your mind. Listen upon what your eyes have read on these twinkling words inscribed in this inventive media. Let these ideas fill up your infinite mind yet finite understanding. You shalt not halt id you hunger more. Stick to this Blog. Let it be the talking parrot on the shoulder's of a pirate captain, let it be temptation whispering on an innocent man's ears. Let me be water when you are thirsty.
Read upon this on your silent moving lips. I am not a heretic of the world, nor do I conform to what the crowd goes for. I am the mind that keeps you awake at night, Deep Thinkers.
I am no parasite. What we have is a mutual relationship, I gave you mine and you shall give me yours.
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AdventureLogs. Ideas. Words to live by. Not as inspirational as others but something that can make you survive this life long enough.
