Who are you on the inside?
When you turn the mind's eye on itself, what do you see?
When you turn the mind's eye on itself, what do you see?
I'm just gonna raw dog this one onto my blog. If attempt to read this, I wish you luck.
"Are you sure this is the place?" Steven asked, trying his best to keep the disdain out of his voice. "Yeah man," Howard said. "This place is fuckin' sweet!" He clapped Steven on the shoulder. Steven internally recoiled from the touch, but suppressed the urge to do so physically.
Picking what to write about is often the hardest part about writing for me; Not because I don't have anything to write about - good lord no, I could yap on & on & on about so many things. No, it's because this very act of