where do I jump?

                where do I jump?
                where do I jump?
                where do I jump?

I can only think of walking and trying to find bugs in the crops, which to me surprise there many kinds

I’m glad I’ve fucked up so many cars... because now when I see a nice old buga on the street I don't see something beautiful that I wanna drive
but a bunch of problems and penalties over wheels

best thing is that this rejection reaction doesn't only happens with cars... cars...

it works for everything 
you just gotta eat some shit of that you thought you liked and voila! you're immune... bulletproof?

                        when you can do anything nothing means anything





explaining too much
there was little George Nelson needed to say, because that little was precisely the amount that was possible and sufficient to expand a vision so sophisticated, so ambiguous, and so fragile that, other than a few words, it could not be explained.

explain too much and you run the risk



                                                                                                                    of negating mysteries, weighing down the unnamed, suffocating vibrations and excluding the unknown.


cars...
trees...




dinner at a five star hotel costs about the same as a twenty liters tank of oxygen, which you can breathe up for an hour.