Trying not to get to caught up in the mundane. is it all fame? at the end of the day what is it? is it this quiet existance? is it out of control and indiscriminate? I started it up but can I finish it?
I feel like jumpin off. not the golden gate just the bridge between my sober mind and my subconscious. dig deeper into the layers and call up any true link between myself and my ancestors. call up the investigators rehatch like an incubator...
I feel like jumpin off. not the golden gate just the bridge between my sober mind and my subconscious. dig deeper into the layers and call up any true link between myself and my ancestors. call up the investigators rehatch like an incubator...
There does seem to be almost a never ending supply of fine women in a college environment. But, then, women are everywhere. Beauty all around us. Merely have to hunt it down and then feast on the tender bits. Juicy.