Friday, April 2, 2010

Spring Break

Has been relaxing.
Got back from Asheville the other day with Nelson.
Why is everyone calling you Moma Jones?

And the narrative its just an expression of something important that happened to us right?
I like mine a lot, but i don't know if its okay. So here's a piece of it if you don't ming perusing through it;

The things you think you’d miss upon on a plane ride across a vast sea to a new and unforgiving land are not actually what you miss. Eight hours is a long drawn out time to be in such close quarters with a woman whom you have everlasting abhorrence for. The flight probably had one of the largest effects on my estrangement from my immediate family overall. My anger filled me and I became more and more passionate the more I thought. Pray tell, what else may I have done on this journey? Clouds passed clouds that passed clouds. Everything spun. A myriad of emotions churned inside of me, and so ended the life of mine I once loved so much. My joy and youthful vigor, any resemblance of a child, whipped away with winds pushing 500miles per hour. Life had always been hard, but that day was bitterly harsh.

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