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Sunday, November 7, 2021

Welcome to Budd’s World, where freedom is better than gold and the ignorant are richer than Bezos. As of 1:00 AM last night, the light’s ending sooner which means the street lights are burning longer. So, be sure to tell the kids. They’re the only one’s we need to save.

And from what?

That’s none of your got-damned business because if you must ask, it could be you, precious reader.

I’m a writer who reads his own mind, driven by some unspoken divine, and understanding we’re all of the fish who whine.

I’d pursue a career in acting but only if they’re casting Bruce Wayne with dreads. How random can a writer’s words tether themselves?

Personally, I had an emotional winding road of a weekend which ends here at this word, that is…

-Budd

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Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, Budd writes because no one can 'read' him. And it's a great way to hide public thoughts...

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