Fresh shaven faces in business suits near Target Field, in the cold May weather.
People dazed walk the streets. Stunned by the sun. Sunday elitists, sweet Jesus!
Empty Beer cans line the living room deserted wasteland.
Inside of the mirror, you are better than you appear. You are not what you see, more so what you believe. You are not the pills you take to keep your health clean.
You truly inspire me: All around. I love this town. I love this city. I love everyone who comes with me or just missed me. You are wonderful. Amusing muse.
And for closure and composure:
Start a war on morons.
Flash mob, trash mob.
The Aveda girls in the park filled bags, and then cut bangs.
Big props to reading and math equations, challenging people to frustration.
The world is so small with so many big ideas.
And everyone is saying YOLO and FOMO.
I forgot how everything worked, so I asked, and learned about RTFM.
WTF?
Where is the manual to life?
