Tuesday, July 20, 2010
The Black Dog
Over the last month, I've lost everything. We'll skip the details, cause I've wallowed in it long enough. Time to move on. To start over. Again. I've found it hard to seek out what still inspires me, what motivates me. It seems like nothing anymore. I've had to take a deep look at myself. Patrick Ellverton seems to know what I'm talking about, the black dog. Mission: Tame it!
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