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Sunday, December 29, 2019
First of all they don’t cry. When the tears of joy shed, it often confuses those watching. They react in ways as if the weight was their burden. Who knows what an average layman would do alone, cold, and food at low rations.
Meanwhile, to a temple it approaches, the lone wolf that is, might it ask what the others were thinking? In some regard, no. For we’ve heard the sayings of sheep, and no wolf will hear. However, the temple would need to be sacrificed if securities need restored.
This is the story of the untouchable lone wolf—it has no name and doesn’t understand its gender. A story without a beginning, and no ending. The interactions between two individual’s journey, create the illusion of two stars shining on each other. What exactly do I mean?
A lone wolf only knows its own story. You cross it, you’re it; and now its glory is you. Judge a man and you hold a subconscious grudge on that man.
Did he not take the same breath of air you took? In this story, I’ll do a much better job at separating the lone wolf from the animal which speak—humans in other words.
Here’s what you’ll learn about the lone wolf; what they do alone, how they find their next food source, and proof they don’t cry. Or, you could see the process of me learning they do cry, because I honestly don’t know if they do.
Hell, I just read up on what a lone wolf meant. Welcome to Budd’s storytelling world, where I dream of writing movies about a lonely ass wolf.
More on this bullshit write up later… 🙂
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