A lame brat's brag
It boggles me. That gazillions of thoughts go past inside this small head. And yet how incapacitated we are to the others' thoughts. All that we think we know about what they think are biased assumptions.
I think of moon subtly. I love it subtly. And I like to think it thinks of me subtly too. Most of the time. I either forget the full moon d...
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