Somehow, from the perspective of an adult, the act of being a child seems incredibly lethal.

Then, at a certain point, there could be no more original acts or thoughts. Anything can could be thought of had been done, recorded, and cataloged.

In a box, I look for escape.
In a tunnel, I move forward.
In a maze, I explore.
But in the open, I stand still.

Sometimes we just need to be distracted by what's important.

Copying ideas is much less fun than blending them.

Has anyone ever considered occupying K Street?

Read. Do. Read. Do. Read. Do.
Read. Think. Do. Read. Think. Do.
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