People don't blog enough.
Present company excepted.
:)
The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."
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- MRJ
- Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.
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3 comments:
I agree, people don't blog enough. I'm glad you're an exception. :)
You? An exception? As if.
actually, the "exception" was meant to include you. not me. everyone knows about me and my...err...sporadic blogging.
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