Going Home...
Back to Nowhere
Home
Back to Nowhere
Cherry Beach where I lay with you
I closed my eyes to enjoy the view
Of fires that we built
and the stars we dreamt upon
My heart that bled for
Your silent Love
Brings me Home...Back to Nowhere
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A few logistical remarks:
no camera - sand
no grammar - drunk
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Preliminaries aside.
'Merika, F'kYea
Back in the land of gigantic flags, shitty beer and obese walri. That's plural for walruses.
A few observations have been shocking but fun:
1a. There really ARE as any McDonalds as the stereotyping Europeans tease me about...shit.
1b. I really HAVE eaten a cheeseburger everyday...shit.
2. The beer is shit
3. People are generally crude to my new highly snobbish eyes, especially when it concerns dining matters. No one waits for other people to get their food before scarfing. Bite sizes are enormous. There is no ritualized respect of food or of one another before joining in a meal. People get up and leave the table when they are finished without respect to others.
4. Vegetables are large and tasteless.
5. Consumer products are cheaper and of better variety/quality. +1up
6. Lots of trees.
7. Lots of...everything. No one seems to be in need of anything. It is almost dissapointing the lack of...lack.
8. Black people are awesome. I want to be African American in a cubicle of my heart.
9. This is "home", but not really. I wasn't born here and I am probably most likely certainly not going to live or die here.
10. I love lists of 10.
Wooo! 'Merika!
Shot guns today. Was awesome. Going to the barber tomorrow.
Everyone thinks I was in the military when they hear I have been overseas.
This blog is short but packed full of salty, beefy, savory emotion.
Fk'Yea.
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