March 4, 2002
A share of perpetuity is upon a gander this drive. Warmed is my temple by an adjacent arm standing upon the car window while another draped the steering with no concern over direction. In entertainment, I mire in reruns of the same comedy scene, changing the image slightly yet allowing it to intoxicate me this moment. I couldn't help but play bass drum on the floorboard by the pedals, tapping a simple rhythmic beat. The sunshine minimally hinders something of me pondering in and out of my sights, and bask during idle like it were roars simmered inside a grumble.