PAPER FEEDER

For some reason, many aren’t pervious to the worthy argument that future can (and will) bring changes for the better. To me, looking forward to what future has in store has its charm: one comparable to the irrefutable appeal of a piece of paper yet intact. I know those past scribbled pages have been beyond number and of paramount (depressing) prominence to your brainbaby maker and hands worked to the flesh. Yet, the prospect of soiling and spoiling should by no means kill the fun of orchestrating, I say. After all, isn’t turning over an unreadable or tedious page of print a breath of fresh air to you? Or at least a sigh of relief that you can start all over? If you feel your actions only court doom and disaster to the paper matter, the world and his wife, it’s a blot. In any meaning you choose.