Hiding

When your brain moves faster than your drunk.

Talked to my mom about god for two hours over rice and ice cream. Then return to my childhood home to find it empty.

I wish huber was a beautiful place.

Sitting in the tent looking for a wrap listening to 90’s music I realize that I have longed for a campfire on a campground with my friends for so long.

I smile like this only so often.

DMT

I just had a 10 minute conversation on the corner of main and 5th with a 50 year old half blind masculine toned man with a ponytail wearing a nightgown wrangler jeans moccasins and a pearl neckless about kkk cops, the SS, illuminati, free masonry, the trilateral commission, UFO intervention, elites making conference calls after dark, evil powers that are running the world watering down penicillin so it can’t cure aids, men with breast cancer, diluting medicine and feeding us poison, and using an 8” broad sword to send the evil into hellfire. craziest part of it that he walked up to me, told me this information, said “nice talking to you” and walked away as if he was delivering a message.

Easily the most unique thing to happen to me in a long while.

Sexually Frustrated

(Source: jakehauser, via christopherwarman)

05.18.12 1131

christopherwarman:

I just keep thinking to myself.

we’re on our way.
I hope this trip turns from a weekend event to our daily life.

I love my band mates, my friends, the road, sleeping on hardwood floors, gas station coffee, shows, meeting new people in strange bars, smoking too much and not sleeping enough.

I exist in my head.