I think about you nearly every morning if not the moment my eyes open, then shortly after.  if it hurts to hear, then it also hurts to say, but the truth is, never wrong.

You are my most important thought, my most important vine and I water you without conscious effort or knowing. I feel these words might encourage you to be drowned but that never was my intention. 

 It seems like all I can do to bring us closer is sleep because for that split second every morning I feel like you're still with me. 

Questions about Sake

Two friends were walking down a street in Downtown Minneapolis. The street on which they walked upon was called Nicolette.

At the intersection where That Crazy Guy stands on top of the buckets and yells the word of god at people they stopped to listen... only for a moment they thought.

As they stood, a large crowd started to gather.  It became harder and harder for them to move on their own accord. They were now stuck inside an amoeba! Slightly frighted their lil' hearts started to race and their minds began to quicken. They were now being pushed from side to side and back and forth and had no control over which way would go next.  It was as if they had no control, and all the while The Man speaking the word of god over them kept yelling 'DIE' 'DIE' DIE' DIE' !!!!

Slightly panicked and a now a bit sweaty it was time to make a move or forever be apart of This Mans impromptu church session on the street. Crouching down low, with their eyes level to he bottoms of peoples jackets they slowly made their way out of the crowd and across the street to the other side.

Now they could finally see the group that they had been a part of, continuing to sway in rhythm with the crazy mans screams they decided to turn away and continue down towards the river.

When we got to the there, the first friend handed an unopened bottle of Sake from where it had been waiting in his back pack.

Wrapping his hand around the cap his friend attempted to open it but to no avail, his body was still shaking as if he were cold.

'Whats wrong?'

'It's what that man was saying... he said we were gonna die....'

Taking the sake back out of his friends  hand and cracking the cap open he looked back at his friends eyes.

You gotta put all that shit down if you wanna open the bottle.... no one can open something when they are still holding something else.

Then they got drunk looking over the train tracks and the cool graffiti under on the metal party of the train bridge.

Questions about hair:

And now for some more questions! Please answer them below in the comments.
Are humans the only living thing with hair that continues to grow until it is long? Is there any other animal that has these same traits? Does any animal trim its hair out of necessity? What does it mean when someone is bald? Can one acquire special powers from their hair just as a lesson from the past?... and whats up with bald people with beards? 
Is our hair like the negative copy of our thoughts? Wasted brain cells imprinted physically on top of our head like the grooves of a record replicating the shape of sound waves of which it deliberates?
Does our hair represent how fast we are thinking? 
How fast we are dying?
How many chances do I have to grow hair to my toes? 
In my next life when I am a lil’ doggy will I have that opportunity?
Is magic real and does searching for it detract from life itself if it is not?
WHO IS EVEN LISTENING TO THIS RADIO SHOW?... And why am I still in the back of this long dark room all alone in the woods?
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Tune in next time on: Alone in the woods.
Thank you for listening.