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[patchberrie]

i'd be lying if i were to say the feeling isn't slowly coming back to my limbs. these huge revalations that have occurred to me in such a short period of time are turning me into a person that i never knew would break into the realm of existance. i'd be lying if i said i hate closing my eyes, taking in a tight groove, and sipping on a cold glass of bass ale. i am totally and completely falling in love again with music, and the fact that i left my roots for so long is a highly disturbing and upsetting reality. the reality of now is that my after my heart recently broke yet again, i allowed my mind and soul to disintigrate concurrently, which gave me an opportunity to naturally rebuild it all in the exact order in which it was always meant to be. and i'd be lying if i said that that is the only thing that is instilling true beauty in me at this current point on the road.

the moment ends though i feel winds blowing differently than ever before and they're pushing me further from shore.

likes: cold sunny days. laughing. meeting good people. freckles. beer-induced comas. skip bo. crack socks. dried mango. wooly fingerless gloves.

dislikes: girls who squak. girls who hoot. looking back in anger. teo's. coors light. the sight of blood. mass media.