A delinquent series of meticulous poetics for the malnourished seeker.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Mental Muscles
Why do I exercise the same mental muscles until they are so specialized, so overbearing that the others atrophy and decay? Where has the balance run? It huddles in rags-the dirty forgotten child in the corner, beaten when it begs for a morsel.
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