Fate would roar; and she would inhale its glory.

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Fate would roar; and she would inhale its glory.

The mental conveluted messages that translate from brain matter to textual forms. Evolutions, arguments, emotions interwoven in a blanket of uncertain conclusions.

Observe and ponder the sanity of it all. Like a fresh breeze, capture the freshness on your tongue. Feel it pulsate in your nerves, find your soul; enrage your thoughts.

My name is Caitlin Bradley and this is my thought process.

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  • “The biggest price you pay for love is that you have to have someone around, you can’t be on your own, which is always so much better. The biggest disadvantage, of course is no room in bed. Even a pet cuts into your bedroom.”

    —Andy Warhol, The Philosophy of Andy Warhol, 1975

    Posted on August 4, 2010

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