"Down in the lowlands, the crops are all coming we have everything, life is fumbling blissful towards death, In a stampede, of his stumbling green gentleness."
There will always be beauty in the everyday, I learned that today.
"But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend. Or are you furrowed like a lioness? We are vagabonds, we drive without seatbelts on. We live this close to death."