unseen tendrils caressing, dipping and diving, moving past my body
and on to the arid plain. Freedom it whispers, movement and song,
a smile past my ear that flies up and onward—a stretch that looses
farther, and farther, and farther away.
to the bayous of
of the
first to embrace the priestess and her voodoo cry.
Then comes drag of both fire and smoke, the breath
within a word, and the gift of sound for plantation cane.
She turns…
to follow, right, onward, and ever through.
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6 days....
5...
Haha!
This country will self destruct in........
Yay! You're almost gone. I thought it would never happen...
But why so emo?
Are you on a plane yet?
Don't die and have a shit ton o' fun!!!
ehriuebgfihbgiehrbfg!
soo so so so so so so jealous. you better aproveitar. and wait for me because i am at least coming to visit.
And so the time has come, when all your booty and sun-kissed body dreams come true once again. I'm quite sure you know what to do when it comes to the Brazilian ladies, but I'll give you a pointer anyway:
Do everything you've wanted to do.
That's it. If ya don't then you'll always wish ya had, unless something happens and your priorities change. Either way, have fun down there, and don't forget about the little people.
Soooo, where are you? Why haven't you called me? Three three five nine, seven one two six.....
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