the Orchestration of Sleep
By Casey David - September 11, 2011
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In the days of tribalism men bought, traded or stole their wives and I was traded. Before I can take off my dress from another blind date I am forcing my eyes to close. But when they close all I see is a homemaker’s chief concern is to meet her family’s nutritional needs with foods they liked. I never burned a meal but I did forget to smile. He finally gave up and said you can do whatever you want. Just admit you don’t give a damn. I did try, but could not force myself to feel good. You actually ha [Read Full Description]
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