Skippin' out on life and drinkin' old root beer bottles to place the flowers we find on those steep weed hills.
Just enough adventure to direct our minds somewhere happy.
Living easy is only going to last a little longer. And my free bread and life is expiring and so is the universe.
And pretty soon our naïve consciences will too.
"drinkin' old root beer bottles to place the flowers we find on those steep weed hills." Loved this.
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ReplyDeletegreat post! i hate running out of bread
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