My premise here is to share with the world my glorious
insight in relation to photographs from around the world. I have had it noted
to me that up until my last post, it has been two years since writing. It was
also mentioned that my last post seemed rather dark; and according to my
mother, short on stimulating. I do apologize. But what am I to do? Journalism
creativity is at a standstill. War is on the rise. Starving abounds. Inequality
is the byword.
To my readers I must sat, The bull is tame. The
bloody hand touches his horns to the sound of laughter and glee. While inside
my heart the stallion beats its hooves against the cage. Say good bye if I
must. Seek the unadulterated if I can. But to reach my hand to touch the beast
that should gore my brains from my skull? I think not. Run raging bovine. Lap free
from the rivers. Snort the air unrestrained. Ravish the body, the soul, before
the geldings come.
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