I was a dog in a past life. Really. I'll be walking down the street and dogs will do a sort of double take. Like Hey I know him.
I'm sure I have a process but it mostly takes place in my dreams.
I was in three academic clubs a huge book worm and the teacher's pet. I was...
Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death the real and the imagined past and future the communicable and the incommunicable high and low cease to be perceived as contradictions.
