The bonds that hold us are not as definite as we make them think. If we just closed our eyes, we'd float away from this existence into the other places that exist. Every possibility is real on some strip of reality that we can only sense when we are at our drunkest. The dream before you wake up of giant swings is more real than the times where you grudgingly punch a clock. The words in my head are more real than the ones that make the page. The images in your head are more perfect than anything than you can click a shutter upon. Someday, it's all going to come true. Someday, the world will be full of glitter instead of asphalt. You just need to realize that dreams mean more than reality. The world wants to punch this into your face. The world wants you to give up on neon. The world doesn't like when you dance in the grocery store for no reason.

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When I was a kid, I wandered into the cornfields for hours. It may have been minutes. Your sense of time is different when you are a kid because you are 6, and sometimes, as an adult, I forget that 2005 was 4 years ago. So it may have been minutes. I wandered and wandered, and I screamed and screamed, and I probably wandered some more. But the truth is, I was only a few houses over and the nice lady that lived in that house walked me back to the party and I was fine. But to be lost and untethered and to not where you are going, yeah, once you do enough of that, you don't scream and cry anymore. You just get used to being lost so that if you've never found it doesn't matter because the feeling of being lost is not lost on you.

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Happy birthday, N!

We are setting sail for adventure. Sure, we don't have a boat. We got a car. It's not really great on gas mileage. And sometimes, stuff breaks. I think it needs new shocks. Oh, yeah, and the front door? Well, about that front door. It doesn't open. So you need to Luke Duke it in. That shit will get old after ten stops. Perhaps you will ride like Miss Daisy instead. But yes. Oh yes. Adventure. In a boat. I mean, car. You know. Euphemism. How come there are so many rap songs about trains? Like, c'mon ride that train. And cars. You remind me of my Jeep. What the fuck was that song about, anyways? "You remind me of my jeep, I wanna ride it. Something like my sound, I wanna pump it. Girl you look just like my cars, I wanna wax it." R Kelly. The dude has problems. Man, we're getting all sidetracked. If we sit on this street talking, and we can talk all day, we'll never get to that adventure that we need to be getting out on. So let's get to adventuring! Who's with me?

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Some days, it feels like the bucket can't be escaped. Like the walls are too slippery and that the future only has one way out. But other days? Other days a simple walk in the sun and an extra ten minutes at lunch can make you see that the world has more than one option. Even if you are a fish. In a tiny bucket. Well, if that's you, you can't walk. But wow! You can read!

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This is the time for pastel snow to flutter into the sky. And the leaves are all on fire and the night crawls across the valley with small fingers rubbing legs together to make a certain song that only particular ears have gained the full sense to make sense of.

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This is a city of bridges but the saddest truth is that we're all very, very far apart from one another.

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Come on, baby, do the cha cha twist.
Don't dance like a raver.
What the fuck was up with that shit?

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The bricks themselves? Racist bastards.

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