If you can't eat you got to

smoke and we aint got
nothing to smoke:come on kid

let's go to sleep
if you can't smoke you got to

Sing and we aint got

nothing to sing;come on kid
let's go to sleep

if you can't sing you got to
die and we aint got

Nothing to die,come on kid

let's go to sleep
if you can't die you got to

dream and we aint got
nothing to dream(come on kid

Let's go to sleep)

.e.e cummings


More and more I think, I think about moving across the country when I'm done school. I hope next year or during winter break I can save up enough money to road trip down south. I've never seen them southern belles, wrap around porch victorian houses, drank southern sweet tea, or really heard the accent.
Get some gator wrestling in there along with a mechanical bull and geez louise, I am without want.

P.s. Last night in my drunken stupor, I dreamt a lot about drinking chocolate milk. Like, the longest dream I had last night was just me drinking chocolate milk. A lot. In different rooms. And then I'd try and do something else and think of how thirsty I was for some chocolate milk like from a diner.
So I bought some from wawa and it tasted like shit compared to my dream.

I think I have some left in the fridge. I'm thirsty now.