|| the day after a great breakfast ||
music. creation. rebirth. it was 3am when they said you were dead, i knew you weren't , i didn't vomit. time seemed like it would go away at 3:24 am. bob marley was "turning people on" while i was stranded in mexico as it flooded.
infinity- it's five after five on cinco de mayo. i find myself battling sleep. i'm paranoid. i question why i don't understand time. imagine yourself having breakfast with a woodpecker. combining grass, coffee, pineapple juice, with the way movies remind me of you, i come to the conclusion of... everything is paranoid.
The Story: she woke up four/2.too/CNY-"of the MoNKEy" while looking around, stumbling and fumbling she realized she'd made it out alive. the longest night, survived even when it became the next morning the morning after, and the morning after that.
She was given a guitar at the age of three and quickly found new ways to make unordinary sounds. Growing up, her life was like it was meant to be and "believes that, it is now in progress."