This page is dedicated to the constant struggle. I hope to provide insightful prose and quirky observation. Being the artist that I am, I hope to encourage a breeding ground for thought and artistic integrity. Failing that, a meeting point for like-minded individuals.
Today I arose early to a magical sunrise, veiled by the fog of industry and creativity. I looked out upon the landscape and did at once think, 'Is there any real cheese in this mousetrap of existence?'
I migrated to the kitchen and poured a fresh cup of enlightenment, in the form of coffee.
However, I at once realised, this cup was but filled with the bitter granules of solitude and desperation. It needed milk. Don't we all?
As I set forward on my daily lope around the theurgical lake of Lotte World, I hope to find that inner sense of purpose. Through the excretion of a salty discharge the lather of achievement, I will find peace.
For today I blog as a free man, not a slave.
from the study of Stephen A Kemp
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