February 13, 2013 § Leave a comment

naked writing

I want to take a roadtrip. This has got to be one of my worst cases of wanderlust ever. I want to get out of here and just drive of somewhere. Just get out of here and have no plans at all in my mind, just me and some music, a big old run-down pick up truck with those big ghost lights on them. The kind that still plays mixtapes but still plays cds. Remember those days where you’d feel like an A fucking A pro rewinding your tapes with a fuckin pencil and you know where exactly in that whole stretch of tape your favourite song is. I miss those days.

Lets get back to my truck adventures, I don’t care where I go but I just wanna go in this truck, fast fast fast. So fast that if my hair was wet and it still smells like shampoo…

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