Its just...too much.
4-20 Right On! - 3:00 p.m.

before/after
strangely non-functional guestbook

Memories and lost moments drift lazily down like fallen leaves and make a truthful blanket to hide my head.

I watch it all with jaded eyes.

What was trepedatious, now is trivial, wrought so by travels and travails.

I lust, love, long, and live. Not much ever really changes, does it?

I love...I love...I love.

Cover me my friends.

For I am missing you.