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Im sick of this concrete. of these roads. of this city.
I don't know what else to do. Im just trying to live right and it doesn't seem to be able to happen.Its got me down, but not out. i want change.
Like a dog in a cage.
I don't know what else to do. Im just trying to live right and it doesn't seem to be able to happen.Its got me down, but not out. i want change.
Like a dog in a cage.
you're entries make me a little sad.
we'll get a house in the mountains with horses and goats. and we'll have a REAL hummer (bullet-proof, of course). and grow our own food and help our neighbors put new siding on their hundred year old homes. we'll have secret passages that lead to an underground bunker. we'll have a baby lake with a dock and a little boat we can read our ken follet books in. maybe in the winter we can go to alaska with emma and she'll rescue people and hollis will run with her but instead of saving people she'll just start eating the bark off trees. perhaps if we're really lucky we can sing on sundays (on the front porch, washboard and spoons in hand) with our little old man neighbors and their grandchildren will play with the baby goats. we'll have chickens with fresh eggs and rufus will love the baby chicks and guard them and follow them around. rosie will snore. and gabe will disappear every other day and come back with a possum and his goofy smile.
it will be so beautiful.
we'll be the king and queen.
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