“Two years he walks the earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, ’cause “the West is the best.” And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual pilgrimage. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the Great White North. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild.”
Had a bad day today. In bed watching Sherlock with my darling and trying to cheer up
What we think, we become.
Today in one of my groups I had a boy called Angel and a girl call Phoebe. I asked if he had a girlfriend called Buffy and sung smelly cat to Phoebe. They had no idea.