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Once more I have let myself fall into the ocean and let it carry me as it desires, to drop like a ball and bob to an fro in the waves and see what beach I wash up on. Ten weeks till I return to the place I consider home, ten weeks to drift. I don't mean that in any negative sort of way, its just that I got tired of feeling bad so indiference has become the law of the land. The week passes as a blur of cold and needless standing around, sleeping under the stars afraid of tantulas that might find my sleeping bag a good place to live in, missing everything I left at each of my stops, desiring music and finnally the arrival of the weekend. The weekend involves spending to much money, no martinis, tolerabl coffee, the everpresent cigatrette, some music, walking through downtown wondering how it would be if me friends were with me. Tiger Army next week, I miss Horrorpops and Floggin Molly, then Alkaline Trio and Against Me!, it's not all bad. Not wirtting or reading enough, it hurts, Doc is in Afghanistan, that hurts, anyways Carpe Momentum cos you never now where you are gonna find yourself.
If I know you give me your fone number I dont have any with me.
Geech's asks: Is it "better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all."
If I know you give me your fone number I dont have any with me.
Geech's asks: Is it "better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all."