Life can be like a giant shower thought machine. You step in and suddenly your mind goes crazy with random notions. Like, why are we always have to sleep at night? Could it be just a conspiracy to prevent us from seeing the truth about reality? Perhaps, it's just our brains playing tricks. Perhaps I wonder Shower thoughts are the best part of my
Within the realm the dark, a spectral dance unfolds. Forms shift with an ethereal grace, their movements a silent symphony. The moonbeams illuminate the night, casting elongated figures that twist and turn. A chill wind whispers the scene as these phantoms weave their sinister tapestry. Moonlight paints upon the stage of night. Secrets are shared
Within the realm of darkness, a spectral dance unfolds. Forms shift with an ethereal grace, every gesture a silent symphony. The moonbeams cut across the night, casting elongated specters that twist and coil. A chill wind whispers the scene as the dancers weave their mysterious tapestry. Moonlight paints upon the stage of night. Secrets are share
Life can be like a giant shower thought machine. You step in and suddenly your mind goes crazy with random ideas. Like, why have we have to rest at night? Could it be just a conspiracy to keep us from discovering the truth about reality? Perhaps, it's just our brains playing tricks. Maybe I wonder Brain farts are the weirdest part of my day. Be
Seein' folks hustlin'/beggin'/soliciting on the corner/street/intersection ain't uncommon these days. Some of 'em are just tryin' to make ends meet/scrape by/get by. Others, well, you can tell they ain't totally honest/upfront/straight with ya. Most folks just keep walkin'/ignore them/look away cause it makes 'em uncomfortable. But a few people, th