i always am more concerned with what i am doing next week, next month, next year than with what i am doing presently.
unless i am studying trees, that is. people draw with sharpies all over the exposed bark of the sycamores outside mason hall. it makes me sick. LEAVE THE GODDAMN TREES ALONE GUYS. why can't i just..
mama said the future is wide open like the truck bed where brother broke his arm; father said that jesus was hid under a rock i never found out which rock but i turned them all over
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