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Orlando. Where does everything start? I suppose early-June would be a good place to draw a line, nice and straight. In any case, the first trip, a strange visit into a 2+ square mile plot. Perhaps too many people, but worse yet lots of corn. Corn at the podium, corn slides, corn games, dancing corn. Fuckin' way too much corn. It felt like Wisconsin; never mind that I hadn't yet ventured to that lovely state at that point. But something odd happened, something even worthy of being called an oddity. That is besides my failure to bring proper the sleeping arrangements; large plastic bricks are a bit tough to be sleepy. Half-body towels will have to suffice in fending off the Russo-Dormian winter. The oddity though, a space oddity actually, not just in British rock puns either. Space connects this oddity to our beloved internet on more than one occasion, a fact that should be, and is, rather embarrassing to have knowledge of; though the whole process is unfortunately quite addicting. Of course, everyone knows what I'm talking about at this point; with all due respect to myself, what could I possibly write an entry such as this about? It's probably just a phase, if you will. A stage, if you will. An episode, if you will. A moment, if you will. A thing, if you will. A chance, if you will. If I will. Will, fuck will. The oddity pokes me in the back; it questions me. It gets lost and invites me on a long journey to show it the way to Flagler. Perhaps it wants me to do more, but for the love of my mind I simply can't figure out where to step next. Eye/Eye. Run/Run. Size/Size. Damn/Damn. Only downhill from here, havn't found the catch to break my fall yet...
That was some metaphor.
The food is good. Yet, Life, in general, and in nearly all specifics, which leads us back to in general, needs a jump-start.
That was some metaphor.
The food is good. Yet, Life, in general, and in nearly all specifics, which leads us back to in general, needs a jump-start.