To quit writing would be inhuman; to quit writing would make one seem almost alienated. I have not quit writing. In order to conjure my spirits once again, more over, I would like to take the time to appeal for my wrong doings. Which, you might ask? Any, is my answer. No specifications, no more little details-although those will be missed-no more of this bull shit. No more. Regardless of what anyone will say, today will be a worry-free day.
Thinking light and in the most simplistic terms.
Buenos Nachos, Buenos Dias.
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