freak: and other thoughts from a creative mind
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Ostatnia publikacja sob., lis 8, 2025
"thoughts and daily adventures about a rare type of person!"
Today was a good day, for the most part, I read a book by bob dylan, a very good one at that was called the chronicles! I am almost done it actually but I want to save it for another day. I found this person, a musician to be equally relatable as Romeo Dallaire! That being said I read the Romeo Dallaire book first and it was excellent if you have had trauma in your life. But I did the bob dylan book just as phenomenal. I was told many times that I either sound like jelly roll or bob Dylan! It was a compliment, but it was true! As I do play the guitar and the harmonica, but there was one differences, I play the hand pan and I also I am female, through and through! As I find this being very interesting. That was the second male in history that I was about that something or another. I also find more things in common with both genders but I am more, I don't know how to say this, but I more equally both then other one or the other as fair as my mind set. That being said I am female through and through! I need to hear bob Dylan sing on Spotify as I find my self a little soft rock and folky too, that being said that was not the only thing that was strange that happened to me too today!
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