Sunday, June 15, 2008
A Rolling Stone...
...gathers no moss. So, ALCAN here I come. This time the drive will be a little different. There will be no Aussie rocking his hip-hop music nor, much to my chagrin, any cute Alaskan girls. It will only be me (and Jesus riding shotgun, of course) on this lonely highway. Goodbye Alaska, I will miss you. And canada, don't give me any problems, I'm just trying to make it home.
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As one seeks answers to our lives, we search day by day holding on to old ideas of individualism and seperation from what binds us all. But to truely find what we seek we must look into ourselves and find the light that is blocked by our fear and hatered of what is our purest self.
P&L
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