shifter

Voice of the Voiceless...

Is day twelve of the San Francisco adventure, and all is calm (like a bomb). I've been sitting around most of the morning listening to the (guerrilla) radio with a certain sense of freedom that being on holidays allows. I've met a few people (of the sun) and seen a few things which has helped me to wake up to all that is outside of Perth.

But this not the time to jot down (rodeo) all I've seen and done. I'll do that when I'm back home and can testify to how cool it all was, because its Saturday now, and it'll be a while till I get back home to sleep (now in the fire) as we're about to embark on another journey.

Now, if you've been picking up on what's going on I know your (enemy) jealous back in oz (pardon my grammar). This one's for Maria.

The Aftermath...