Andy KehoeThe world seems more vivid today, than it has to me for quite some time. I feel overwhelmed. Overwhelmed in a positive light. Why is it that no second in life ever feels like the same length of time. Today I have hurt others, laughed, cried, smiled, frowned, been confused, and sorted things out. Yet, those things never seem to happen in the desired order.
I despise cryptic-esque blog entries. I also despise endless blog entries. So recalling todays events leaves me in a position to do one of those, and I have chosen the cryptic one, my apologies.
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Is it a matter of despising despise, inspite of and or living a life that just keeps forming both by choice and chance, while we are or may be in and living, while we are making other plans?
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