Brief essays that may or may not have any literary merit, or any merit, or tons of it, like a well decorated soldier of words, who happens to make ridiculous, yet gallant metaphors like that last one.
A "normal" guy. And an "anomaly". These two words do not go together...you get the point. I like writing, but it's a constant battle being you're own editor...i don't post a lot of what I would consider to be "my real stuff"
What if my existence truly is my gift? This thought really changes one's perspective. I'm imagining children who never live past five. Was that a gift any less than a 94 year old woman? Perspective trumps everything it seems tonight.
posted by Andronicus @ 9:48 PM
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