Every day. I allow myself. To be creative. Don’t know how. I
just do it. I go ahead. And live my life. Trying to make sense. Of everything.
Don’t always accomplish my mission. Therefore, I live senseless moments. That
add up. Into senseless days and weeks. That’s why writing is my salvation. I’m
able to string together. Words. That have meaning. For me. Doesn’t matter. That
others understand. What I have to say. Strange, isn’t it? That I get my kicks.
From talking. And writing. To myself. I am under no obligation. To set the
record straight. I am simply free. To do. As I please. --Jim Broede
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