it all started when gavin and i stormed the united methodist publishing house. while there i eyed the bust of john wesley. this picture was taken just before i sneezed and knocked it over. at that point we ran for our lives from the security guard.
I am...
A traveling nomad who ponders the Good only while laying in a hammock.
A bard, or poet, who wants us to re-imagine what we see in the world so that we can learn to tell our stories in a different way.
someone who purposefully does not make sense nor take himself too seriously
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