so i decided to kick myself back to life today.
in order to do that, i have to screw everything and LEAVE. the more depressed i get the farther i go. i planned on going by bike so i could go father, faster but all the bikes are broken or too small. so i went ZU FUSS. i made it pretty far, and I took the long way back. I avoided all the places that made me sad, which was kind of interesting because i created a whole new route i've never been on before. the wind was blowing, and it was nice.
I learn a lot of things when i walk.
1. We are born to die. False. We are born, in fact, to live.
2. Never walk between a tree and a wall. There IS a spiderweb.
3. If you think you see a half buried dead cat by the side of the road. don't stop and look. it WILL be a dead cat.
4.Whenever you want to feel at ease, walk to the elementary school and swing on the swings.
5. Talking walks is an excellent way to come up with poems.
6. Glaring at little punk boys is fun because you can see the fear in their eyes
7.Skip the sad songs. they make you walk slower, and think too much.
8. Be home before 5:30, to make sure the siblings actually DID clean in the hour (or so) you were gone.
9. Bring money in case you want to buy something at walgreens, like bubbles.
10. Wear dark clothes and red lipstick. Also look angry. No one will mess with you.
If i had kept walking a little longer, i would have started to smell barbecue coming from most of the neighborhood. it's a nice smell, reminds me of summer and freedom from school. break is officially over, as i sit here and type this. it ended at 2:35, actually. Now, it's just a regular friday night attached to painfully small weekend.
Here's three songs that are the same mood i am:
change of seasons-sweet thing
yeah yeah-sam means
from the morning-nick drake
mom's home. she doesn't seem pissed off. that's good. well, that should last a while.
oh well. okay. im gonna go. you listen to those songs, they're good.
bless your face. if you sneezed during this post bless you.
dodododododo subscriiiiibe
peace off.
BOOP
in order to do that, i have to screw everything and LEAVE. the more depressed i get the farther i go. i planned on going by bike so i could go father, faster but all the bikes are broken or too small. so i went ZU FUSS. i made it pretty far, and I took the long way back. I avoided all the places that made me sad, which was kind of interesting because i created a whole new route i've never been on before. the wind was blowing, and it was nice.
I learn a lot of things when i walk.
1. We are born to die. False. We are born, in fact, to live.
2. Never walk between a tree and a wall. There IS a spiderweb.
3. If you think you see a half buried dead cat by the side of the road. don't stop and look. it WILL be a dead cat.
4.Whenever you want to feel at ease, walk to the elementary school and swing on the swings.
5. Talking walks is an excellent way to come up with poems.
6. Glaring at little punk boys is fun because you can see the fear in their eyes
7.Skip the sad songs. they make you walk slower, and think too much.
8. Be home before 5:30, to make sure the siblings actually DID clean in the hour (or so) you were gone.
9. Bring money in case you want to buy something at walgreens, like bubbles.
10. Wear dark clothes and red lipstick. Also look angry. No one will mess with you.
If i had kept walking a little longer, i would have started to smell barbecue coming from most of the neighborhood. it's a nice smell, reminds me of summer and freedom from school. break is officially over, as i sit here and type this. it ended at 2:35, actually. Now, it's just a regular friday night attached to painfully small weekend.
Here's three songs that are the same mood i am:
change of seasons-sweet thing
yeah yeah-sam means
from the morning-nick drake
mom's home. she doesn't seem pissed off. that's good. well, that should last a while.
oh well. okay. im gonna go. you listen to those songs, they're good.
bless your face. if you sneezed during this post bless you.
dodododododo subscriiiiibe
peace off.
BOOP
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