The novelty of sleeping in your car after a show in a random state is much more romantic than the reality of sleeping in your car after a show in a random state. Moral: don't take babies on distant trips with alcohol swayed gentlemen in the mix. Two heads are better than four and cozier than one. Story time will be much more adventures now that its invented itself. Optimism sure has a pretty face but damn her body. Hip kids have all the cool hangouts. I dig beat poets and will fall in love with faces forgotten and names unknown just for the sake of it. I have to pee goodnight and i thank the universe for sleeping bags.

Hey blog, i am sitting in a car with two tiny girls and a boy on a grey stretch of painted tar and cement on our way to the land of little rocks. Thus is the commencement of our trip to far away lands of names begining the same as from whence we came. Crouched down in my seat with my eyes cast to these words my peripheals pick up the green tops of trees wildly thriving through the weather of almost spring, interrupted by the tale tell signs of civilized telephone lines and mechanical gliding of gears and rubberized accelerator enablers.

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sleep lacks shut eyes at 1:16 in the morning. entheogenic is keeping my ears company. ramble words here we go. the days are warming as is my heart. uncontrollable aching in both my shoulders but at least i'm off the couch. chemistry is trying to kill me but i shall conquer it in my last moments before W finds itself on my transcript. someone told me i was purple but they are wrong. i know my soul and it is smokey blue like summertime eyes. someone find me a pump for my bike tire so the huffiness of my breath will quit existing when i find things on my feet. adventure time is calling my name with great ease begging me for some quality time. i need friends who like being broke asses so we can be dirty bums in the forest with our tents this summer. please quit your job and join me. i am super excited about things in my future. i'm super excited about things right now. someone told me that i'm not stuck up at all and that made me feel happy. also surprised, i use to be more than i realized. positive feelings interrupted that negativity and now i feel like cheesecake and frozen lemonade inside. i want to climb a mountain and sit at the very top on a giant boulder in complete silence until the thin line where my skin meets rock fades into oblivion. eyes shut, shoulders poised yet relaxed, fingers curved inward marking the current of energy to and fro my body and the world. what are you doing for spring break?