I rode my bike all last night. Went to late movie and left the theatre and felt like I was waking up, way too much energy. Got on my bike, rode all night. The birds started chirping around four in the morning and the sun came up around six. I fell asleep for a little bit on a picnic table at Bethel by the lake. What a night.
Saturday, April 02, 2005
About Me
- Name: kyle
- Location: Columbia, Missouri, United States
I write of Hell; I sing and ever shall, of Heaven and hope to have it after all.
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