Welcome to the Mind Tavern!

Greetings,

As the title says, this post is a welcome to everyone who decides to unwind here at the mind tavern.
The Mind Tavern is essentially a place to delve deep into one's mind and soul and read through verses, short excerpts and some chapters from a few works of mine that have sprung from my rather inexperienced life.

Writing bares the emotions of the writer onto a blank canvas, like a painter does with his paintings.
To quote William Faulkner,"I never know what I think about something until I've read what I've written about it". Hence, as I put down my emotions and pieces of my mind in ink, I would like all the visitors of the Mind Tavern to embark with me, on this beautiful journey.

For the thrill of anonymity, I have taken up a pseudonym of ''Senõr Gorda'. It is a humorous whim of mine and I hope the name will be amusing to you all.

Enjoy your stay at the Mind Tavern!

~Senõr Gordo

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