wild horses couldnt drag me away
we're so over, that we need a new word for over...
"i know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
i have my freedom but I don’t have much time
faith has been broken, tears must be cried
let’s do some living after we die"
"i'd like to think that the best of me, is still hiding up my sleeve..."
mindless musings for the masses...
we're so over, that we need a new word for over...

falling ill, and having some serious bodily issues (that still have not left me) were definitely low points of the trip...i wierdly miss sharing major highways with cows, pigs, and goats wearing sweaters and fanny packs...