i listened to you and gave your kinda thing a try.
who am i always talking to? everyones asking. the answer: never.
last night i ended up on a long road trip to the country side. they said listen. and then i understood that living in rural life means living in closed peace. an open bag spilling everything--quietly. as i walked in the house and bare--footedly stepped out of the car. i felt nothing close. everything was distant and i recognized myself through a glass window. the perspective changed too quickly -- im someone who lives in the past. only noticing during lazy laid away thinking moments. who knew that a thursday night at nells could do this. could play pablos mgmt kids hit all to dance gyrate generate move. and it was packed i couldn't recognize this boring Wednesday venue. it was something better. ideas ideas ideas....
so mission high is something that feels really old but shit man, mission high and seeing all those kids just like me with their new pictures and new friends new life all moving forward. realllllllly great.
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