Ride into the sun.

It gets a bit messy towards the end.

Making apple cores

I forgot what I was going to write.

about a girl.

Ronald wasn't like the other ducks. Ronald was different. When the other ducks soared through the skies, Ronald stayed on the ground reading books of automotive endeavors. When the other ducks swam through the ponds, Ronald stayed dry and dreamed of one day winning the big race...

That's how the story will start... but this is really about a girl. A girl who not only caught my eye, but also my heart. Let me sleep on it...

sometimes.

There is not a song more perfect than "Sometimes." How can anything be more perfect anyways? IF it's perfect it's perfect. The second you get into things being more perfect.. then you have a problem. I big problem involving philosophy and some other grabage... garbage. No grabbing allowed. It's perfect. Happy? listen to "Sometimes." Sad? listen to "Sometimes." Some strange emotion that you've never quite experienced? listen.. oh listen to "Sometimes." I've found a new favorite song... it has no drums. but it's beautiful like the bluest summer sky. It hits harmonies that were sent down from heaven. It'll bring you to your knees and lift you up at the same time. You're at the mercy of 4 or 5 simple chords... and you're taken for a ride. One part up. Two parts down... what the hell am I saying? It's a good song.

"maybe you'll see this when you wake up... good morning. i hope you slept well. maybe you're still awake. good night. i hope you.... something"

"The sun shines. But I don't."

abs

What's wrong with abs? If you have abs you can't draw faces on your stomach. Actually no. You can draw several faces on your stomach. Those stupid muscle lines will have to be mustaches... but what sort of impact are tiny faces? Not much.