I swear!

Well if that doesn't put freedom in perspective, I don't know what does. Stifles thought, just like I predicted...hmm, maybe if I take an honest look at the genocide refugees all around me, of course they can read my mind. Survivors always can, always do.

Purging my thoughts at the library when fate calls me, smells slightly better than garbage, which makes it the best I can do. Sri Arubindo is who I'm here to study, has nothing to do with you dear reader, nope, nothing to do with you.

Or homeschooling, that's one post later...stay the fuck tuned.