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“I’d rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” Jack London
What Life? What life grows wild, who weaves the holy in this uneasy middling of our human inclinations, the awkward rehearsal for a stage within this temporal life of our own meaning making held against the tyranny of sameness, that misery of the ordinary lurking in our minds, waiting to entrap us like hamsters in a wheel. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Here’s to throwing that hamster wheel on the trash heap!
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Yes, lets.
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A squeaky wheel does not always get oiled.
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Ah, so true.
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Short but powerful
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