Friday, April 13, 2007
Weekends.

Ever since I've gotten myself new running shoes,
there's always a craving to put them on. Music's an
absolute must, probably the best drug in the market.
With each song, tangible things that swerve by have
no meaning anymore. Each object is different, as the moods
change.
The people, your sweat, the cars, your feet, the trees, your song.
I've found solace in this.
[ Mosh the Toemato ] 8:29:00 PM
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