How can I stand before you in silent symbols with open palms?
Fights begin and end with handshakes.
Itβs cool when fashion recycles itself, itβs not cool when sustainable living does because it means there was (and is as I write) a period of absolute and possibly irreversible destruction.
We give up our backs and allow religious myths to apply the rear naked choke to our minds.
If pain is a pot of boiling water, humor can be the rising steam.
Like forearm veins, my interests spread in different directions and eventually led to the hands, to writing.
