I went for a walk today with my best friend, we agreed that urbanization possesses tech-no-logic-kill.
Honestly though, she lives in the boondocks pretty much, we're walking in the rain, it was gorgeous.
There are fields of farms, and the houses are spaced by miles.
In the distance there is a smoke stack, which obviously does not belong anywhere in any way, shape, or form.
It pissed me off a little, but didn't completely detract from the beauty of the rural area, just poisoned it.
The clouds were bleached pale orange from the sun, and with the storm suspended from the clouds a few miles up, the obtrusive concrete smoke stack seemed to reach for the cumulo-nimbus clouds like a stiff arm, desperately attempting to suck the rain from the firmament as a parasite would draw blood from the heart of a cow, unaware, gently grazing in a pasture.
Alright.
On Thursday I travel to Boston, MA for a Symphony Band field trip!
So Big3, if you're in Boston still, you better come and listen!
My best friend's birthday is tomorrow, she'll be 17, so I'm probably going to spend my day laughing with her.
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A mi no me importa nada
Para mi la vida es un sueño
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