
the opposite of war isn't peace,
it's CREATION.
it's sunny and breezy and they're cooking hamburgers out of the back of their pick-up truck in the middle of our school parking lot at ten thirty in the morning? yes, yes it's true; it's almost April. driving down the highway with all my windows half way down singing "take me for what I A-A-AM..!" is the one time i don't mind wind blowing in my hair. mess it up for all i care. it feels good! and it's time to go get some coffee...






