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Wednesday, March 17, 2004

Maybe I wish I was far away with my guitar and the wind. I wanna listen to the birds, not the bitching...the constant bitching. I wanna be able to forget where I'm at and pretend I'm sitting on a beach watching the waves,with sunglasses on so no one can see my eyes. I wanna dance and drink and laugh because that's my nature. I wanna be in Mexico soaking up that baking sun and staring out over the desert. I wanna see the stars and not a thing on the skyline. I wanna do it alone because it's easier that way. I wanna sit at La Kiva and listen to the local bands till the place shuts down and the coyotes are howling. I wanna sing. I want the world to dissappear when I close my eyes.

♥Oh, so vintage... 10:48 AM


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