Blazing for Individualism, not Groupism

The vagabonds started at him for a few seconds, made eye contact and then quickly looked away. A bit confused, and blazed out of his mind; he continued walking. They - all four of them - were dressed in clothes one could only term as pitiable; while he, a privileged, middle class fuck, was decked … Continue reading Blazing for Individualism, not Groupism

The Quintessential Modern Life

"She's got a smile that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories, when everything was as great as the bright blue sky" "Really?" "Yes" "Awesome. So have you told her?" "That she's got a smile that reminds me of the bright blue sky? Not directly. I wrote a letter a few months back. … Continue reading The Quintessential Modern Life