there were trees and leaves and home

ah, a post

september brings great things

adam and i (it's 3:30) just conquered ernesto and his unfavorable forecast. he's left. back for dominica, i presume.

anthony just called. we reminisced. about something funny. you weren't involved. except nathan. he'd know. but overall, i wished you'd witnessed it.

any, uh, who.

get it done.

that's my new phase i'm gonna coin. get it done.

alright. so. isn't it weird that music evokes emotion. even if you never heard music in your life, you'd feel tension if you heard chopin's 'revolution'

it's a proven fact. from my logical brain

so we hiked out to our usual area, but a new spot, and fired up a fire and drank hoegaardens until we wished we had more, and spoke of man/woman relations and how that could be our base reference to experience and etc.

and really, jerad diamond and sven lindqvist are my favorite authors, though i discussed shawn's guy and what the future might hold

but though ernesto thundered, he barely rained at so early a time, and though there's cloud cover, there's little pour when trees and their leaves hold most moisture, and so fires can burn fine, and bo jackson under shirts can stay dry and whether you're old or not is no longer defined by your freshman to senior relationships, and so we're young until further notice.

one's friends can be another's vicariously

and knowing words can make things run smoothly

and knowing jesus can make things half-sighted