It is an odd thing to be in such a hurry to get absolutely nowhere. I always feel under pressure to get things done and keep moving through the day but I really have no reason to be in a rush because my future is either packed with amazing potentials or a hopeless doldrums (Im not sure yet). Either way it is really on hold until my kids get older and I have a little more free time to pursue any dreams that might pop up.
That is why I am going to pause the running rampart for a few minutes a couple times a week and post here. Maybe some insight will come out or maybe it will be a bunch of malarky, I guess we will see. For today I will leave you with a poem:
A Poem for my dearest wife on her birthday:
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
You have amazing boobies
And a fine ass too :)
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