Monday, March 29, 2010
several thousand sickles, synonymous with sound
i want to make a new travel show. i want to show the food and scenery as i see it through my eyes, from salisbury maryland to san antonio and back. this may be a result of me drinking an entire bottle of thunderbird and a sixteen ounce beer. whatever the case, things are changing for other friends of mine. some are moving out, some are moving in. life is always in flux, yet mine is in a stasis. i have to work to get out of this. what the hell am i waiting for? fried pork skin and blue crabs. flashing lights and cornfields as far as you can see. whats the story behind that? i'm pretty sure i'm the only one who can really tell you. all i can say now is that i will try. and i will do it utilizing fire.