Low lays the hills of Athen Rye where the seagulls flew on the clouds like angels. Nothing can last the test of time especially ego.
In the past of south and north of wind, no peoples were here to guide or to tend. Sure I wasn’t alone, had mobile phone, thoughts just of the day of being drowned like frog. Its the process of the protest which is where it all began. The beginnings of the end of days. Trust me Im a doctor are not the words you want to hear from your local wetback working in hooters. Just disregard all above and enjoy the little video.
And that was that day done. Im waiting the time that my body is thankful and grateful for the walking im letting it do. So far its been resistant and right pain. Between chronic fatigue plaguing my existence and achey brakey pains shooting through the neck shoulders back and knees, I wonder if Im destined to be a walker. A cycle man would probably be less wear and tare on me. Its just walking so sooo sooo soo boring. Il keep going until I completely die off or I make myself enjoy it.