Jul 2007 

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It's fresh, it's new, it's skinny, it's where i should have been all along.

Now this is what the fourth of july should be.

Witch in the blood.

My most anticipated fourth of july has been worth every minute of waiting and every drop of rain.

Friends of fenway at night.

Urged to move onward and onward.

Seven seven seven.

Ten months is becoming longer and longer.

I've seen every kind of human connection and relationship this year.

There's no reason not to drive all the way.

Perfect shores.

Kevin is the new justin.

Or if you want to spend the day on the beach, there is some nice two-legged scenery.

Can't even fathom.

I don't travel for a living, i live to travel.

You're right, no ambient light.

Fifteen dollar ride that wasn't really close to the ride of my life, but it was a must thing to do, a nice waterfall and a little jealousy of swimming talents, and topped where hasn't this car been.

Finally, i know people who know people, anytown usa is a phone call away.

Burrito alley.

Burton denial.

You need to know where you've been to know where you're going.

And sometimes people don't know where you've been or where you're going.


The michigan six.

Smaller world of greater friends.

Second smallest among other facts on the b-side of things.

Reading and bacon, i've needed one of these days.

Rascal by night.

Swim and feed by the burning turkey at night.

I walked in on a bunch of boxes and found myself among boxers, or did i say that already.

Joe phyrst mama.

Rest and pack rest and pack.

Transformer man.

Andy warhol meets chuck entertainment meets my first ever experience with cotton candy.