Road Trip
“,,,we don’t have a map yet. This could be a major set back seeing how EVERY road in England curves, loops, and snakes it’s way in random unintelligible patterns of abstract M.C. Escher art.”

*01:05 pm
*09:05 pm
“,,,we don’t have a map yet. This could be a major set back seeing how EVERY road in England curves, loops, and snakes it’s way in random unintelligible patterns of abstract M.C. Escher art.”
“It’s one of those epitaph quotes that are amazingly contrived but you secretly hope you’re family will spring for.”
I love the compartmentalization of it all, as if every blade of grass or mossy path should have it’s own prescribed partition. It’s O.C.D. paradise.
I’m sitting on the train directly across for a woman who is the spitting image of Maude. It’s very exciting.
“On the other hand, sometimes it’s somebody else. Those mixed-up days when it’s easier to spot yourself in a crowd than recognize yourself in a mirror.”
Some stories are just better told in person…
“What I would describe as a slight rattle they describe as this severe shaking that woke them up, scaring the (take your pick of expletive or euphemism) out of them. Honestly though, it was like someone’s bass amp was turned up too loud. If in bed it would have felt like one of those 25-cent massaging bed things in cheap motels…”
“To this day when he hears a little engine whizzing by his lips instinctively frame the shape of her name, and that shape into a smile. “
“Yes, two locks ARE necessary! This is Hull where even the water is hard!”