static bob:
Day 305 of 365-Pt.2: I see good things on the horizon
static bob:
Day 304 of 365-Pt.2: I drew a line for you
static bob:
Day 301 of 365-Pt.2: …This is what a new beginning is suppose to feel like?
static bob:
Day 300 of 365-Pt.2: Someone once told me when looking for answers, don’t look in corners just in spaces
static bob:
Day 299 of 365-Pt.2: Anxiety
static bob:
Day 298 of 365-Pt.2: Rush hour
static bob:
Day 297 of 365-Pt.2: Might have seen better times, but maybe we ain’t been there yet
static bob:
Day 296 of 365-Pt.2: When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained
static bob:
Day 295 of 365-Pt.2: This machine
static bob:
Day 293 of 365-Pt.2: I thought about giving up today…
static bob:
Day 292 of 365-Pt.2: Pedro offers you his protection
static bob:
Day 291 of 365-Pt.2: Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays this man from the swift completion of his appointed prime…
static bob:
Day 290 of 365-Pt.2: For a very brief moment all of the chaos seemed to fall into place
static bob:
Day 289 of 365-Pt.2: Conception
static bob:
Day 288 of 365-Pt.2: “…Lets take a walk, Art”
static bob:
Day 286 of 365-Pt.2: The past is never dead
static bob:
Day 285 of 365-Pt.2: I think I just had an epiphany…
static bob:
Day 283 of 365-Pt.2: And he thinks she bought it for him
static bob:
Day 282 of 365-Pt.2: Sin Blanca…
static bob:
Day 281 of 365-Pt.2: You said you knew what it meant to be free
static bob:
Day 280 of 365-Pt.2: And the dull hum of fluorescent light bulbs was all he heard
static bob:
Day 279 of 365-Pt.2: The world is our stage…
static bob:
Day 278 of 365-Pt.2: Keep’em rollin
static bob:
Day 277 of 365-Pt.2: Stone cold
static bob:
Day 276 of 365-Pt.2: Good morning starshine…
static bob:
Day 275 of 365-Pt.2: It’s been on my mind a lot lately
static bob:
Day 274 of 365-Pt.2: Hindsight
static bob:
Day 273 of 365-Pt.2: Go with the hunch of a man whose brain is fueled by LEMONS!!
static bob:
Day 272 of 365-Pt.2: I’m almost certain that sort a livin would lead me strait over the lip of fervent reasoning and right into the humble arms and heaving bosom of unbalanced slobbery faced psychoses
static bob:
Day 271 of 365-Pt.2: 10 below zero
