Things are quite manic insane crazy at the moment. I feel like in a past life I was a buccaneer, my present state being some sort of frenzied mishap in the fabric of time, allowing me to retain the passion of adventure.
Im sick of Lincoln to the back of my teeth, I need to escape get far away. Im thinking of jumping on the Trans-Siberian express and travelling 9000km to the eastern most point of the Russian continent, or perhaps a trip to Acapulco to write my book? I feel over come to explore the caves beneath the Yucatan peninsular, an unknown world on a planet that fears anything uncharted or indefinite.
But alas this is all on the backburner, I am quite crestfallen at the fact I have yet another 2 months here. Soon it will be over, and in the mean time? Maintain and dominatethats the key.
Im sick of Lincoln to the back of my teeth, I need to escape get far away. Im thinking of jumping on the Trans-Siberian express and travelling 9000km to the eastern most point of the Russian continent, or perhaps a trip to Acapulco to write my book? I feel over come to explore the caves beneath the Yucatan peninsular, an unknown world on a planet that fears anything uncharted or indefinite.
But alas this is all on the backburner, I am quite crestfallen at the fact I have yet another 2 months here. Soon it will be over, and in the mean time? Maintain and dominatethats the key.
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i need a drummer as an alarm. serious.
oooh russia, cool, well cold...but yeah
xx