Not Just Some Bloke

The significance of my place is difficult to understand To some I am everything, to others I do not exist I have learned that measuring yourself by what the world thinks, leads only to emptiness   You see, to the world I may well be “just some bloke” However I do not belong to the... Continue Reading →

Just Some Bloke

What if I really am just some bloke? What if Spielberg doesn’t spot me in Wal-Mart Saying I’m the superstar he’s been waiting to discover?   What if my ramblings are just that? Not literary genius just waiting for Oxford head brass To say this is the one, the one we’ve been searching for?  ... Continue Reading →

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