We seem to be getting rather soft even as the world feels a little spikier every year. It’s hard to know how we will survive as a species if this keeps up. Maybe I’m wrong, but it’s almost as if it’s no longer culturally permissible to ridicule, mock, shame, disparage, deride or denigrate your fellow man any more.
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Under The Rocks Are The Words
When first we begin to tell stories, we explain everything in a very straightforward manner. The subject did this and said that and everyone cheered.
All The Words Are Not Gold
Why keeping a diary will release you from the anxiety of the blank page.