It's an odd idea to me that in this world we
speak of veterans over refugees or if someone needs help if they have tattoos.
We talk of our civilized world, but I see people sleeping on the streets and
know that we are still savages. To say that anyone should sleep on the street
is the mark of a beast unfit to be called an animal and to call ourselves a
free nation when anyone within our boarders is chained to low paying jobs,
hunger, or fear, is that sad joke told by the most despicable of all creatures
that is man.
This is a collection of my writing and correspondence with a few bits of poetry and random thoughts mixed in. I started this blog after learning that some of my letters had an uplifting quality. In the pages of this blog you will find my real life trials and tribulations, the nature of what I think is truth, and the dust and grit of my real life.
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Sunday, October 9, 2016
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