And
this
is
how
that looks.
This is what it looks like, the other day I saw a fox.
Another day, cat.
Today, dog.
Dog, bark? Bark bark! Ahem,
What did a formal education do to my voice? La de dah. Am I ruined? Or, more likely my voice more sounds like my own and, in fact, I’m coming into my voice. I am ruined.
If my voice ruined my Imaginary Places I would never speak. I would lock my voice far away.
All I want is enough money to chill all day and write these silly little words in front of this silly little world.
But that’s not how this all looks? Ahem.
What the faults of a world this current one is, to make formalized education as a disadvantage economically speaking, of course.
Aha!
I hope it is okay, one, that I am so confusing. Two, confusious. Confession time: I’m more clever than smart.
I snuck into graduate school, or so that is how it looks!, so clever.
In The Last of Us part II there is a character the player never meets. He dies of old age before the game begins. In a perilous moment, you find his secret cannabis farm,
along with everything I might want in my home, a bedroom and other small, interesting things,,
Alejandro Ruiz del Sol 