Real to the fullest

I started my trip around 4 o'clock. As i took things out of my room, things, ink blots, memories became vivid. And a whole year of living within a cubicle, washed away as water on wet paint. I was rushed out, and i didnt get to recollect, but its not like I havnt been doing the same thing all year. I finished up my 10 page paper with the words

"“BECAUSE, LED BY THEE, THE WORLD TRIUMPHANT RISES TO THE STARS, CONSTANTINE, VICTORIUS, BUILT THIS HALL FOR THEE.”

The hall in which the Flavius Valerius Aurelius Constantinus Augustus speaks of is Old St. Peter. Ive done so much research on this one topic that I feel that i have actually been inside this basilica at one point in my life. Thats whats so God damn good to have an imagination, and if you know more facts the bigger your imagination gets, which sounds like a good deal to me.

Hammock

Sleep

Biking

Sky

tad of hangover in my belly.

after a night of absolute real shit. two kids, rollin in a cougar that meets our line of sight with the street. Thats how low that shit gets down. And if we make enough money in the next year. i may just have to buy you some rims for that ride. Than buy myself a little something that might just fit into my schedule...

Tonight is Michael Tings Bday