it is so odd to me, that 1. every time im sick, i lay in bed and read hate mail i receive. and 2. there are people out there that expect me to be what they have created me to be in their minds (that because of some of what i write is loving) instead of what i am; incredibly honest and massively flawed. as if i have more answers than questions.... or just because my work moves people i should somehow be bigger than i am. i am simply a man that puts words in a particular order. if at times you do not like the words, or the order, know that neither one defines me as a man. i am a loving person, but i am not a pacifist. i need soup. stat. M.
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 21:11:09 +0000
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