"In The Midst Of Molecular Violence The Yellow Table Clings To Its Shape. I Am Surrounded By Members Of Your Court. Somewhere This Agony Is Explained. I Cannot Understand Why My Arm Is Not A Lilac Tree. I Am Frightened Because Death Is Your Idea. I Am A Creature In Your Morning Writing A Lot Of Words Begining With Capitals."
-L.Cohen



I think some words to say at this moment are... not to let the day tell you what to do with your day. It could be horrible weather, and the police wont leave you alone, and a strange case of predicaments has left you in a what-could-be-considered-horrible state its nice to try and keep walking with a skip in your step and embrace what youve got.
This morning me and Jen stole a mattress which acted like our sail in the wind.. a difficult fast situation involved hopping the metro with it. I still couldnt stop laughing , sitting by the dumpster eating too many donuts, i still couldnt stop laughing when a man asked if i lived in that dumpster, i still couldnt stop laughing as we passed by the man on stilts and i had to give him some change because when your in a funny mood and you walk by a man on stilts, well it makes you in that much more of a funnier mood. Long live people on stilts.

Boooo to the feeling of missing someone terribly.

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I dont know how much time i have to write these stories but ill get as far as i can.
Hitchin out of Ottawa destination Montreal. Get a ride in a Mercedes with creepy man. Tell him to pull the fuck over! Step outside, he speeds away, the quiet of the night sets in. No moon sleepless night. Keep walking down the freeway theres nobody at all. All but me the vermin and the moose.
See an overpass, figure i can sleep under it until dawn comes and makes me feel better. Starts pissing rain unfortunatly overpass does nothing to keep me dry. Theres strange creatures, vermin trying to get next to me for warmth. Trying to stay positive i walk and walk a few hours to see a light in the distance. SAVED! i figure. So, instead of finding a road to get there i decide to walk through a field. WRONG. Field is not such its a SWAMP. Im up to my knees slippin everywhere in the cattails figuring oh things have gotta get better than this. I get closers its a Gas Station. Good. But then PAFF a huge ass wire fence in the way. Try climibing a wire fence in the rain, not so successfull. All this work feels like im in the army just to go get a damm coffee.
Get to montreal, kindess sleep in warm bed. Meet up with JEN road friend nice apartment stay positive girl. Kill those roaches or ignore them. ha. i think they are cute anyhow.
Strange moment in a stationed spraypainted bus well I do hope to see you again sometime crazy boy.

Now let me tell you about my first day in America. 200km/h on a motorcycle. Saw my first ferret. And a Manx cat little tail horny ladee.
I would tell you stories about this band who I appreciate no more. Overpriced show and all. You know a whole crowd of people chanting along "We will not be told! We are the revolution!" all with same colored converse shoes and gelled hair. Spitting images of each other. I wish i had more words to write about the thoughts going through my head at the time.
Much thanks to alllllll the boys here who helped me out.
Theres more adventures. Little Time.
Plus, a beautiful girl. Lily Scooters and crime?
Ill write more words another time.

brrrr.
Apathy here doin a whole lotta sighin this morning feelin much alone. Hang my head it doesnt hurt but all too numb try not to block too much out, something needs letting in you know.
Travelling friends I miss you much...
In just 2 days home life has proved to be more violent and hurtful and overflowing with bullshit than during all my times out there on the sidewalk. Im not set out for this. This roof. That roof. You. Her. Him. Im not sorry but I tried. Cant cry. Why cry? Whats the use in that. What horribleness. Much reminder of how life on the road is so much safer, peaceful, fun. Yknow... I leave. Soon. Again. Without a direction this time I suppose. Wherever I end up....
Ottawa was interesting, so interesting that I had to leave a piece of myself there - - my camera. If you find it, please let me know. There would have been a few good road pictures to share. Perhaps it will make its way back to me when its ready. The big O- Pretty girls.. Pretty boys... What do you do with all these interesting people. I will venture out to visit again. Or maybe not. I cant decide whats sweeter... leaving it all on that note or discovering what could become of it all.
Really for the winter I think about how to live in a little cabin and see how long it takes me to go crazy snuggled inside with fire, blankets, and cigarettes all alone. The cold stuff.. ever get frostbite? I have a million times. Its not so fun. Or should I go south, real south, I mean beach south. No snow. That would be fabulous living. I will make a sand christmas tree castle. And eat it. Really.
Speaking of EATING things... so im out on this walk, in this beautiful creepy forest with a few others who made me very happy inviting me along and all, and I see this creepy flower. Look at those creepy flowers i say, and somebody says "eat it" like the sound maybe my brain itself would say. So, i eat it. THISTLE FLOWERS~!!!! oh horrible. Im mad doped up, the next morning my tongue is so fat I cant eat my delicious fire beans and fire toast. Prickles everywhere. It still isnt better.
Soo many vivid thoughts, dreaming girl. Spent the morning in the wet wet leaves happy with my new blanket that appears to be water resistant. Really. The smell of beer on my jacket was mingling quite well with the rotting leaves. Trying not to live too too much in the head, get something done, think this through. I never live like that. Right now, in this moment, its needed.
Wheres this traveling soul, I feel as though Im searching for someone.

apathy guess who ... pleasure to finaly log on and check u out , its ben a while since road trip. bwaaaahhh
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