Tuesday, February 8, 2011

And and Andventures?

And so on the seventeenth day of the month they marched out to the van and got inside and went wherever it went it went fast and slow sometimes.  The speed of fun is often blinding or at the least hard to remember in the morning when you wake up where the fuck am I?  You know the feeling?  Want to be there every night at some point not forever (only passing by) the bright lights flashing heat of human bodies hanging by the door.  Everybody's been there is there anything for me thats new for us to do? yes? let us thrash away the time we've separated our lives from reality and this is?  what is this we're sharing, please define it? something something blah blah something.  Thanks a million slam the door lock up the back and start to roll away from all the same things cities faces hit refresh or drink a brew or.

and yeah

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