Consolidated Thoughts: January, 2011
- Since my last thoughts, all I’ve been doing is thinking.
- One thousand miles an hour.
- Wrongs are righted.
- Rights are wronged.
- This either leads to great fortune, or woeful limbo.
- I know where I am. But really, I don’t.
- The end of my thinking is my beginning.
- Yet, If I cannot think for myself, then I am at my wits end.
- I long for satisfaction.
- However, I know too much.
- Then again, w h a t t h e f u c k do I know.
