ok. thats going to b the title of that poem. heres a shout out to Saria, "thanks for the title" its pretty awesome. anyway... got this huge blood blister the size of...idk, but something big on my hand from climbing a tree to get food. youd think i could just fly there. but, no. there is just always an eraser or two around. God forbid i have two minute of peace. which sucks. it sucks eggs. rotten eggs. eww. ok new subject. im leaving for like, kentucky in two days. idk, Phillip (and if we remember is the little voice in my head) "keeps saying wait for the oportune moment." whatever the heck that is supposed to mean. so yea. maybe i sould keep a list of where ive been and where ill go. that would make me feel a little more in control if you know what i mean. if you dont know what i mean, i mean like, not having an obnoixous voice in my head. which, i must admit can b pretty helpful sometimes. o yea. but i wouldn't recomend it. o well. i got to go cook this racoon thing. (youd think that if i have a laptop, which i stole, i would have like food and other necessities. well, i dont, just, fyi)
-Ember 4 evr
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