Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind. – Bernard M. Maruch
Most of the people I know consider me as recluse, having a weird and freakish behavior. I don’t consider myself as one because I do talk to myself openly. The truth is nobody can love me more than myself. In fact, I am pretty good at doing it all the time; talking and loving myself honestly. I don’t need an audience to listen to me. Like they say three is always a crowd. Most of the time it is just entertaining when I am getting along with others socially. How brutally honest can you get with others in public? We are always bind to be cultural norm by the greater society. Being polite in public is good behavior, even if you have to tell little white lies. By all means it is alright to sell your soul to the devil for a penny; really stink like “dead-poo” idea to me.
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If it sounds like writing, I rewrite it. — Elmore Leonard
At Studio in Living Colors, where life is a never ending cycle of creative indulgence in words and images – I think therefore I am. Scrapbooking worthwhile thoughts to ideas. It is really not that hard to understand when keeping things simpler in life. Not necessary tidy, but easily understood or done; presenting no difficulty. Things can only get complicated when we try defining a word as an image of the mind. Why should it not be when we look through our eyes and see through our mind; speaking from one’s mind. I would very much like to keep each and every posting here to a maximum of 150 words, keeping everything brief but clearly express. Sometimes, mindless writing do make us more human than human; writing whatever comes to mind. Making writing a self discovering experience; a journey and not destination. This is just another day that journey continue.