Fishing, Flooding, and F words

Fishing is so much fun. You sit. And wait. As food. Jumps from. The water. Into. Your. Lap. It blows my mind. If only everything could be that easy. Everything probably is that easy. Want it. Think about it. Then sit. And wait. As whatever the fuck you want. Jumps from. The water. Into. Your. Lap.

Death is an illusion.
ABUNDANCE
Simba is made of sugar. Although he did dance with us in the rain for a quick minute this morning.

Growing

We were dancing in the rain and my roommate got cold. She is 4 years old and started shivering. I suggested going inside. It reminded me of my nephew. He used to be a little fish. He would stay in the water so long that he would be pruney and shaking cold, still refusing to leave. Not wanting the joy to end. Every good thing comes to an end. Embrace endings. More great things will begin.

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” – Seneca & Semisonic…
I think this is the song we walked out to at my high school graduation

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