You know, at my core I'm just a quiet guy that likes looking at trees and mountains, hanging out with his friends, and making sure everyone feels alright… But you take that away, and you're left with an empty shell of a psycho sitting in some dive in Saigon eventually blowing his brains out in a game of Russian Roulette for pay. The scary thing is folks that it's one tiny decision that guides you to either being happy in the wild, or lying in a pool of your own blood… and the decision won't even mean anything at the time (and it'll probably even seem like a good idea), so try and play the game well I guess.
Some day you'll find yourself looking up at the stars, all in the wrong places, and you'll wonder if some cosmic joker whacked your soul with a sledgehammer and sent you careening into the universe next door. Don't ask me what this entry means. I'm a poet and a painter, occasionally masquerading as a programmer… As far as I'm concerned it's all just music. What it means is up to the listener.
I took these pictures this evening:
Other than that I've decided to stop eating for a while. Not fasting or anything. It's just that when I'm travelling, I can't eat a regular diet and I have to or I get really sick and it's catching up to me. So I'm just going to quit for now and start again when I have the time to do it right I suppose.
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