letter sent, autumnal by chance - sound the synthesizer. days of war, nights of love - crime think, I think. atlanta, cornered, and portland. one brisk escape - Jacob miller. I'm a natty. arm bones through America, windowless empowerment, continual growth and she said " ." a whole hell of a lot. "coming or going, always on the way."
too much psilo for a microdose. welcomed and explains the reggae. color splotching/shifting text colors
to note,
the last few weeks have been a fun-run rampant, entwined with eighth grade shenanigans. hiding born love as neutral innocence and actively masqueraded. new again, wander again. details not avail yet or ever, its ours...
shoulder is on ache. sleep did something to it, maybe the mattress here at 9339 n Geneva. while not consistent over the three months I've been here, it does come often. complaining when I don't feel it necessary. I'm in a bit of pain. maybe from yesterdays zooming and hopping on bikes down trails.
yesterdays ramp through forest park with Stevie was epic. lots of photos and videos, jumping things, surfing trees, skidding most the way through it all. springville trail down to leif and saltzman back to the parked cars..
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