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Continue reading →: Mental War(D)
How did I get here?. I never held a gun and there I stood, gun in hand, defending some meaningless bunker on a hill. I looked in the eyes of the enemy across a stagnant foggy field. Sunlight would occasionally dart in and out and the enemy became visible. I…
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Continue reading →: My real name is Kenneth
My parents never called me Kennth. I have always been Mark. In official capacity I am called Kenneth. Like today where my employer is getting all my accounts screwed up. And they keep saying WhatsThe frequency. This song is about an incident that took place on October 4, 1986, when…
Hello,
I’m Mark
His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.
A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.
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