long romantic walks on hot coals, getting lost in the woods with only my cunning to protect me, the beauty of chaos, my friends my family mean so mutch to me, escaping the rat wheel, the view from below or looking down from above, a passion driven moment, shared silence, music, ROCK AND FUCKIN ROLL, the freedom of stage, the look on her face right when, spontaneous outbursts and road trips, an adventurous mind, creating something, the calm before the storm, the storm, the well disserved smoke after the storm, the road, pirate radio, selective sedation, cheesy moments; a tear, a laugh, a smile, a scream, the tip of a tongue, a hug, bloody death, and a small childs eye. the idea that i'm not interested in anything, o yah and pissing on friends while drunk
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yes please
fuck, if i'm stoned almost anything. unless i'm really stoned than i'm picky. and i hate american pie
lite it on fire, then stare at it
take a look, it's in a book... Kafkorphosis
that chick in the back of the dingy pail lit bar, sipping dry martini's, smoking 100's, writing on a bar napkin and throwing durty looks at every one. you know the one that always puts Nina Simone on the jukebox and lauphs to herself. who the fuck does she think she is?