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Tag Archives: 2010
INTRODUCTION: 2010 to me was the ying-yang year, it’s like most years but I guess with much more potency. I don’t know if it’s age or just the overall combinations of my entire experiences of the years before. To spill … Continue reading
The aftermath of my trip felt the real Christmas. That’s the sentence I begin with because the moment I was no longer in the chains of my North Carolina trip, I felt nothing but the appreciate I have when I … Continue reading
“Today I felt like opening the flood gates to let my scrambled brain have more space to think.” I’m sitting here after work and just before time to work on my next job, YMF. I really couldn’t think of a … Continue reading
“Scientifically, psychologically, and spiritually. You put it into a visual picture frame, you will eventually manifest it. If you think about it constantly it will engulf your imagination and your sense of reality will eventually melt with your primary focus. … Continue reading