“The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola”- Douglas Adams When I see red I am passionate I know I should stop It warns me It is the fire then the smoke I push forward with horns Joustin… more →
Typewriter Heartwrote 22 hours ago: Scars are not all outside Not all scars can be seen Books not always written on the pages between … more →
wrote 1 day ago: Seems it’s the tail wagging the dog these days With minority-rule the latest craze People are no lon … more →
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wrote 3 days ago: “The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola”- Douglas Adams When I see red I am passion … more →
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