Is this the midst of a revolution? One that swarms my email each day and I never respond, nor read for that matter. Shit. Am I really this ambivalent? If you get inside your own head that's the end of it. Remember that. One, maybe two word sentences never sold a book. That's a lie, haiku and other words of poetry. One word on one line, no words on no lines they all sounded the same to the tailor on the minefield who could mot hear anymore. Seconds later he felt a bullet whish past him, a tall and slender man.Boy am I stoned. I'm typing out a scene from The Gods Must Be Crazy in my blog. In stead of camping out with some of them.
I MEAN INSTEAD OF FOCUSING ALL MY ENERGY TO BECOME THE BEST OCCUPATIONAL THERAPIST I CAN BE.
Monday, November 7
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