Forget your elegant inclusion of a statue with half an arm, or one and a half, himself protruding but not obscenely addressing his spatial situation, pointing in regards to where you may find yourself. Open to suggestions without opinion, mouth shut, closed fist, weak intentions. Sitting softly, fixed and mired, a great defeat and undesired, with shape unlike the old intended, long lived, open ended. Hero graveled, history, not so staunch like you and me. Pulled down for quickened justice, fondly forgetting early pundits, a culture built on the backs of slaves and young men in cardinal graves.
Take Back The Right
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This blog is a multifaceted writing/journaling approach to recovery from mental illness and addiction. I am not a comedian but rather a rattled jewel of sarcasm encased in art. Health, humor, and love is what I seek under the umbrella of family. View all posts by Francis Erich McElroy
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