...JUST TRYNA FIND MY WAY BACK HOME...

My little house on the prairie . My place of total mental peace. Completion and clolsure conquers all. Holes are filled and overflowing. When my life made sense. A place where i could smoke my garden if desired. See in this place, judgement is crime. Slow groove is accepted, grooving so slow, where your speed is the speed. And I could walk right into the sun if wanted. (LOL) This place, oh this place. Then reality saves me from deep reminiscence.

...JUST DO IT?...

Never to regret, but sometimes have second thoughts. Never to look back, but sometimes get lost in reminiscence. So at what point do I draw the line of living fast? How down can I be, for a world before a widespread of reprecussion swallows me whole. I value the times I have everyday, and I'm learning to value myself alot more. A rolling nights colliding into day. And I know right from wrong. Yet I watch truth walk right past me, and breathe deep in its air. Only to fall again in deep reminiscence. I can't help but think of myself like the wind. I am everywhere. To get lost in thought, only to get lost in thought. And Bob Marley said,"Emancipate yourself from mental slavery." And mental slavery is a bitch. And slavery was a bitch. But could you ever think emancipation was only a deep, pure, breath away. Anywho, here are some pics from where me and one of my closest friends and closet linesister, take a random trip to galveston. It's not much, but visualize my words. Who wouldn't want to drown there sorrow?