Dance like a choreographer. Dress up like an editor. This is a garage for my brain to sort parts of my life for assembly. Picture a cluttered workbench full of tools, my dad's workout equipment, a dusty boombox, and the afternoon breeze blowing in and out from the driveway.
Friday, September 25, 2009
the reason the modern world is so hard is that a man doesn't labor with a hammer in his hand, but in his head.
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