Follow the lines and wonder why There's no connection.
So, when they tap our sunday heads, To zombie-walk in our stead, This town seems hardly worth our time, And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme, Too far along in our climb, Stepping over what now towers to the sky, With no connection.
my family my skeleton soap my dear friends the persistence of sentiment living in this era taste buds the band ok go michael in particular shiraz samuel beckett's work opportunities my parents provided lessons learned optimism
school and work. dreams about will. i'm sorry i haven't called people in ages. i've been busy. school is going good. i'm so happy to be at clark rather than central. the weeks seem to move pretty fast these days. fall is in full swing, i'm pretty glad.
aimee left today at 12:30. we had such a good time. at least i thought we did. luke aimee and i all drank like mad last night. we watched street zombies and played true colors. pretty fantastical actually. over the past two days we consumed two bottles of wine a bottle of rum and almost a bottle of vodka. yeah i was a fan.