I think some of the most beautiful things are sentimental moments of nerds or punks.

But yes I won't be too bothered with your 9 deviations and 25 journals.

That and.

Felt like a US soldier with a toon in Vietnam.

Except one with a British accent.

But that's just me.

But yes they didn't speak English, nor do I understood their language. There were skinny children and women.

Except we were in a stinky jeep. and we were sleeping and not talking, and dirty and tired. And me being Mitchell Sanders, making up stories and playing my yo-yo.

As we drove past the trees, buildings, and broken places with homeless people. And there was loud noises all over.

Like guns and explosions.

But while i stomped around in boots heavy with mud, or when I ate that indigestable packed lunch, or when I try to nap in the carriages stinky with sweat and dirt and yawns, I still think about... You know.

Like Forrest Gump thinks about Jenny. Rather.

That scene after Abbie Hoffman and they run into an embrace. That really made me think about if we'll meet again in the future.

I am so lonely and sick and tired and fucked in the head.

Life sucks.

I'm going to a wedding in three days approximation. The groom is a pretty important person to me. I don't smell, but do you think I really need some new deoderant?

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