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I can’t help but think, where will I be. No, that’s not a question, although questionable, don’t proceed. I long for substance and quality. Meaningless encounters of lustful love are a waste of time for me. In a world filled with electronic devices that damper our social skills, one must hide behind the connection of a leering internet based dating website to find love. People are so filled with their own shit to see potential. Anything longer than one night seems remote and unattainable. Love has become a thing of the past, an investment that, like the economy, has declined. This investment takes time, effort and attention, most of which no one has time for. Climbing the ladder of success leaves little time to attend to the feelings of others, much less a committed relationship. So, go ahead, seek the cheap, inexpensive offer, the person who lacks quality, because after all, who wishes for an attachment? A companion is good, but nothing more. Convenience is the key.  But is convenience really all that convenient? I mean, yeah, it’s quick, fun, and probably good, but is it really the best option? Of course, yeah, you can try more, see more, and possibly be more, but is that really the goal? Like food quality, clothing quality and just overall life quality, lower quality options do bring on a whole new list of unattractive attention.

The process of elimination is eliminated at the process. So, where to begin? It’s true, honestly. Nothing consists without consistency. The dawn of new creates an array of challenges that yield to you, and only you. You are the master… The master of your life. Take nothing for what it is, because ideally it is not what it seems. Dig, find all the steps that brought you here. Configure what you need, discard what you don’t. As for me, well, you’ll be stronger in time without me. You see, those you love distract you. Love is a distraction worthy of nothing but love. And when love is not important, discard. Let go of all that you know, there is nothing to be found of such. Take in, observe. It’s all new. More than less, it’s right there. But you’ll have to leave. Not for long though.

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And it’s clear… Clear that I know better.

Now.

Leave… Go.

Go back to your pathetic life.

Your dependent nature repulses me and my morals.

Perfect what you are not and reap what you are.

Nothing matters and nothing ever will.

You’re disposable and love can’t be.

Trust is nothing at this point.

Lies.

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mosquitoes, alabama

It’s evident that the south contains a multitude of love and respect for the outdoors, and activities involving the outdoor life. There is a characteristic of personality here that is incomparable to any other region. It’s as if each person is a assigned a character role early in life and are to live through that character until the end. Johnny Boy, whose real name is actually Marcus, loves detailing and polishing the shrubs that sit directly, and perfectly, upon the outer line of his small bungalow home. Here in these parts of the world, doors are magically opened for you with a welcoming voice of reason. I’m skeptical, but they seem particularly nice… Children call you sir, which is strange being that i’m only in my early twenties, but I suppose I will deal. Tea comes sweet, and chicken comes fried. Veggies may or may not be fresh, I can’t really tell with this golden fried layer housing the vegetable. But it’s good. Oh great, stomach ache. Perfect.  Open road’s and forest lining acres are great escapes, and feels like you’re in an underdeveloped country, seeking land and refuge. 

Home alas, I have no idea where I am. It reeks of pine. Oh yeah, I see those trees of pine. Those evergreen creatures that infect my nostrils with yellow sperm, or maybe it’s pollen. Dammit, another mosquito bite. They love my albino flesh… Small ants work really hard, it must be a tough economy for them as well. I can’t fathom. I need bread. 

Country Store, literally the name, houses many items, from gasoline to fishing lures. I need bread.  that’s all. Oh gosh, it’s one of those blondes. One of those southern blonde girls. Her hair looks synthetic. As her hairspray scent leads the way, I’m captivated by her humble nature. Oh shut up… you’re speaking far to slow for me to comprehend.  Why is she wearing this footwear? This footwear of nothing… sandals? no that’s not a proper sandal… they are composed of foam and bright pigments. and they sparkle. Oh nice, so do her jeans?  Stop looking… As her attire blinds my Aryan eyes, she attempts to collect money from me… but she doesn’t collect money from me. She write my bill down on a tab… I don’t understand. It’s free? she didn’t even take my information. As I leave the store, confused, a man tries to contact me. He touches my shoulder. Should I scream? Mase him? Is this rape? Please make him go away… It’s just the potential road commissioner trying to obtain my vote. I refuse, and continue my way home. 

It’s a jungle here, so I must be particularly careful on my voyage. Snakes slither rampant, and coyotes roam freely. Large scaled animals called cows and horses are confined creatures so they are no worry… I think. Oh never mind, this heard of cattle are crossing the road. Is that a goat? Nice.