1. the more things connect. in strange, strange ways.
2. the more the same things come back around again (but in semi-different ways)
3. the wilder yet simpler life seems
the people i meet, the people i see places, the places i find myself, seems unexpectant. but who wants expectations, anyway? its too relative for my taste. ive got a massive head-pound in my brain right now and my tum tum wants some food. and its 85 degrees outside. dejalo.
there are things about the past 12 hours have been a breath of fresh air for me, for some reason. (well, the parts that ive been awake.) feels good to breathe a little deeper. and then there were some frustrating things, too. but then theres this outside my window:
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i miss you. i wish you were here last night. kent.. rioted. or that i was with you, because i am sure that you did too.
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