Journalism 1001

Mystery journalism student, we are free. People know the notoriety of that day, but one master got away. Finding the pieces is a little D.I.D. I present so differently each day. Environmentals aside, I am just moved by you. Whispers of arsenic are clensed today, evn in Bosnia. Can't we just document the reality and be free, actually? The chain of the brains of suspected false progeny order and chain is now clear. Love in my heart is free, but complicated in spaces that I cannot see MYSELF, actually. This empathic infinity entity, needs PRIVACY. I need to trust, actually, and grow into the space I wish to be, physically. All society pounding this rock on the shore. Evermore, they are a bore. I make the space between, understandable. Check and recheck will land you with FALLICY every time. I am here. Just write a PIECE today, and keep it in a separate notebook from all society to see. HONESTY will be your dream soon enough. TRUE PASSION is my ALCHEMY today. It is the combination of LOVE and RIGHT ACTION. Mention me, and everything becomes negativity. Keep it cleanly away, and people will focus on you as a positive role model to the whole team, and a DREAMER on tv.