Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Built For Speed

Somewhere between the promise of the future and the horrors of yesterday, we sputter along. When I sit down to write, I go instantly to the dark. Somehow I think of myself as an optimist. A glass half full kind guy.

Maybe that's why I don't write more.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

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