I’m stagnated thoroughly in non-inspiring productions that have within capacity of any kind to enliven a good esteem regarding the labor necessary to create the production.
It is a common judgement against myself through myself: why . . . with anything?
Long ago, I peered into the end of my own blade . . . it was the extension of my spirit at 7th and B exclaiming a love for Katie Delwiche and arousing me into the excitations of becoming. Now . . . dissolved into vacancies: the blade follows me as temptation, curiosity and the life expectancy of the finale . . . when? And yet . . . "the spirit is explored eternally, though undiscovered thoroughly"--unknown spiritual adventurer.
