Poem: The Minds Less Broadened x 3

Its 3AM, and I'm sitting in a bus. Here are some thoughts.

Blog: The Solo Bolo Adventurolo

While traveling around Europe, I decided to write some blog posts! Read up and find out what I did!

Poem: Coming Home   Four in the morning. There is an Irish man on the bus Talking to himself, clearly intoxicated.   "I'm coming home!" He blurts out suddenly, To an audience of no-one. But I hear.   After some grunts and mumbling, he asks: "Where the fuck are we?" A mighty question for his... Continue Reading →

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