Ok so Im about all ready. Its weird, im usually so excited about the next leg of this journey but idk, this one feels different. Im actually kind of scared which may be why I didnt start when the spirit moved me to do so. But w/e. For whatever reason, Ive been compelled to build a reverse dog sled/church wagon/apartment and haul it along with my 15 yo dog George Thefamoushikingdog Snyder inside. I wanted to take it to Cherokee, NC but thats not where Im supposed to go (right now at least, I so much do want to go there one day). I have this feeling Im supposed to go to Mobile, AL (or at least head that way till i receive further instructions lol[yes I know i sound nuts but that IS a sign of sanity]). Ive never wanted to go there or thought 2 shits about it but thats the vibe im pickin up...Being so very rational Ive decided to put this impending shit show to good use via the scientific principle so heres the game...How far can a man pull his dog in a church cart whilst picking up trash along the road with no money or id in America before being shot, locked up, or dying from neglect. IDK why and Im prolly just being dramatic and overly sentimental but I feel like i need to say some shit now. So here goes... Im sorry. I love you. Im doing the best I can. Dont hurt no one. Take only that which is freely given. Personally assuage any pain you see. Share what you have, not what you can spare. #sepluvsyou with Joanna Jane Martin
Posted on: Thu, 13 Nov 2014 01:32:28 +0000
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