Looking through the rabble

The reality is in this head. Call me the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle of that stage is coming out of my mouth, eyes, and sometimes other orifices also.
~ Friday, July 20 ~
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Dublin, you beautiful wench. A wonderful night, in a wonderful city with a congregation of best friends and family members supreme. Bliss. (Taken with Instagram)

Dublin, you beautiful wench. A wonderful night, in a wonderful city with a congregation of best friends and family members supreme. Bliss. (Taken with Instagram)