What the hell...Im never here anymore. That makes me sad. Sorry my dear SG... I have been a bad friend. Saw Sin City tonight...Thought it was neat. Went to a really shitty bar and had a couple a drinks. Hung out with one of my best friends all day. Did jack shit. Came home to my loving parents, sister and dog. I love San Diego so much,
I love remembering when I was a kid. my hopes and dreams. My Meleoncholy and nievaty. The gentle light of sunset down here, the air, the safty of my room as it was when I was in high school. Though now it isn't anything resembleing that.
So many great memories made greater by the passing of time. All possible because that which was, now isn't and will never be again. No matter how much I wish nor hope. Time passes, dust settels, things crumble, we die, and our remanes dissipear, stars burn out and our univrse implodes. And finally all that we were, hoped and dreamed and remember dissapears forever.
Wow. Neat. What has been created here. Pretty amazing. As I finish writting this, I will go to my old bed. Read some. And turn out the light and listen to the whir of the fan dreaming of the past and past futures and of futures that will pass.
Memory is wounderful.
Macgoing back!
I love remembering when I was a kid. my hopes and dreams. My Meleoncholy and nievaty. The gentle light of sunset down here, the air, the safty of my room as it was when I was in high school. Though now it isn't anything resembleing that.
So many great memories made greater by the passing of time. All possible because that which was, now isn't and will never be again. No matter how much I wish nor hope. Time passes, dust settels, things crumble, we die, and our remanes dissipear, stars burn out and our univrse implodes. And finally all that we were, hoped and dreamed and remember dissapears forever.
Wow. Neat. What has been created here. Pretty amazing. As I finish writting this, I will go to my old bed. Read some. And turn out the light and listen to the whir of the fan dreaming of the past and past futures and of futures that will pass.
Memory is wounderful.
Macgoing back!
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