madness and cold of this wonderful country.

Meeting the random, as my teeth chatter, oh lonely road, oh expanding consinious, oh the ripping off of the "oh" from Jack whom i would have met on this road that i'm on. How i am a writer and a poet and a photograper and not a proper speller. As of current i'm in this river floating like a leaf, feeling the pull of almighty nature. Feeling the souls of those all over. Millions of lungs breath tonight and the stars must do the same..