Speaking of originality.

Notes

The never-before-been-conceived. A faint whim in the back of not-yet-jaded minds. A faint wind blow Chicago smoke over Kingston mines. The essence of an underground, over-land movement. Stealing roots of thought from the deepest recesses of youthful enthusiasm. Watering them.

I speak of originality. I speak of truth. I will reblog/retweet/mistreat no longer - except to give life to intellectual conversation that would otherwise continue to be buried amidst the chaos.