Knowledge Messes Up My Self
I had something in me that was real. I remember it. I don’t just remember it. I was wholly in that, everything raw and wild. That was when I was a kid, and I didn’t think about it like that. I was a kid and the world was open to anything I could imagine. I want to get back to that. My head is old now. Experiences have eroded my wiring, bashed it about with learning to kowtow, inebriation and…
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