Saturday, December 24, 2011

on the road

on the road going nowhere slowly ,id rather float than be here so i get on my love wagon and getting the hell outa here .there is no joy here just sorrow sorry i aint gonna take it no more hence my bags are packed boot full of water  iam out to get hydrated else where.see no point in staying no rain will  come this way this summer feels like winter flora dying of thirst me of stress so peace iam out