but I wasn't ever one to just sit in my chair and punch myself in the face.
it's overbearingly obvious that right now, I CAN'T LIVE ANOTHER MOMENT -
knowing that stick shift, steering and good planning left the door open and wilderness took over
my
heart
oh, sweet hindsight.
thousands and thousands of dollars in dead guys brains sit on my shelf
and i learned that their eyes saw past what my world masks - and i learn
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of getting to it. no beating around the bush. more like belabor the point. the important things.
i'm not lost in space, but i'm headed somewhere: hold my breath, now.
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