Every little thing that could have was going wrong: Frenchy lost his body paint and Woody lost his bong, Jackie P had the flu and Triple lost a C and the man without a shoe, well, that was G.I.B. The car had broken down and nobody had a mobile. How very docile. Nearly a mile from civilization! We needed to be patient so we started walking in a line to reach our destination. There we were, looking like a bunch of criminals; we weren't angry but were sending out subliminals. Animals getting in an affray; people were Talking to us but we had nothing to say. Many other people would be kneeling by their steeple, praying to their God, asking why it is that way? We were walking, smiling, thinking, "What a lovely day! Ha ha ha!"
Stress is a killer. Sit back and sip a Miller or a clever little mixture of herbal tea. The lesson that I'm stressin' is a question we're forgetting: Are we heading for World War III? I guess the point I'm trying to make is that id take it all a little less to heart and less seriously... Maybe I'm a smidgen optimistic in my vision of a civilized world of harmony?
Half a mile in we see a lovely little message written on a Audi. I'll tell you what the message said. It read: Have a nice day! with a smiley faced head. We sort of kind of were but we sort of kind of weren't - like the feeling in the car when the radiator burnt. A lot of shit could have been said but it wasn't. What's the point in whinging when the problem's in the bonnet? If people stop attempting to lay the blame, continue to try hard and play the game...Stop living your life so fucking mundane! Keep chasing your goals and then hit your aim! We were almost there, the lights were getting bright [*********************] afternoon and now it's nearly night, but... What a lovely day!