Beads of thought haphazardly strung together with scraps of recycled thread. Can't write a patchwork paper to save my life.

November 10th, 2014, 11am

Beads of thought haphazardly strung together with scraps of thread, recycled from decaying books of old. Even after reading the world’s greatest verses and prose, even after perusing timeless words of classics, delving into scripts of novel thoughts and ideals….

(Especially after waiting until the night before it’s due…)

I cannot write a patchwork paper to save my life.


David Wade, Paul, Shu and Christine said thanks.

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