megpreis
Our brains are locked. Our secrets are locked. When I think about brains, all I can think of are the the vast amounts of locks bracing our secrets from others. Where these thoughts come from though, is unknown to me.
We all feel foreign sometimes. A lone mushroom, poisonous in a field of harmless flowers. But it is times like these that sculpt our existences. It is times like these when being foreign is beautiful, a mold in the individual persona.
an old man would probably drink whiskey, or something like it. I don't really have much to say about whiskey, other than the fact that it is clear. I don't think i've ever tasted it. I can only imagine what it might taste like.
a river rapidly flowing down a rock that has many sharp edges, but for some reason the water continues to flow. The mood I'm in right now as my eyes feel like they may drop.
My Grandfather, Zelig Preis. Defines the word Strong.
Tables support you. You can write on them. Your print turns out better than it would otherwise. You name will not smudge. Directions will not smudge. They help make things clearer. There are no questions of meanings of phrases if they are written with the support of a table.
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