mpt :: prev :: next :: fourteen now fifteen and a few more unnamed all unread electrons shrouded from the masses why this fear of expression why this tendency to fabricate a thousand watching eyes and judgmental thoughts and words perhaps this is what separates me from the great ones they wrote and spewed and gushed with abandon carelessly without thought of their audience (or did they?) yet i do have history that casts a shadow many words revealed like these judged misunderstood isolating who cares for my thoughts shouldn't i just keep it all inside hidden as every good speck should if i bothered to take the time to compose everything i desired all would see a frenzied heart flying lose in the wind no grounding no direction the illusion of greatness casts an average shadow this is what happens when there's too much time to think © 2003 (5 september) john r. chase
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