Anyway, one of them looked at me with an anger born of fear. One that was so intense, her eyes were watering. Desperately she professed, “don’t say things like that, you are going to make it happen.”
I remember when the beginning of this identity began. I couldn’t stand my brothers and sisters on the path. We would talk for hours on
Once you climb up the mountain and look down the world is a very different place. It is like night and day in it’s expression.
In so being a Misanthrope there are a few things I should point out. You know, for the sake of getting along. I’m not going