I NEED MY CAR

OR a motorbike

1.Tule Lake Caves, Northern California

 

2.Siskiyou mountains, Oregon

3.Saskatchewan, Canada

staccato rhythm

and a hand hashrollie, while i cross back and forth between puffs and fingerfulls of pb&b and agave, my mind processes an idea, what if there was a really quite delectable muffin in the fridgerater, a muffin which outstands a humans capacity to speak of its greatness, its so good it makes me want to call this company that made it up and ask for a job so i can work there and eat muffins every second of every day.
and the prometheus springs juice. capsicum. yum.
i feel like saying i'm in love with the stuff, both the drink and the muffin
but loves got me beffudled truthfully
the rhythm of my speech comes and goes in staccatos
its really hard to say what things i truly do love..
utopian memories and outlandish realities dabble my dendrites
meh
the muffins were good

i'm going to sacramento this weekend. OHYESIAM

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