There was a boy soaring higher than the airplanes with their metal wings. He could out fly any bird that graced the sky, and he never wasted a chance to race the shooting stars of space. His glorious wings were crafted of barbed wire and twisted metal, dead bolts and gold paint. He put the painted spaceships to shame. Stolen comet tails trailed behind the boy who raced stars and chased the sun back over the horizon every night.
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12.34AM --- Make A Wish
Today I changed my entire view on life in the backseat of a car with The Beatles blaring and everyone screaming for someone to hit the brakes. You learn to love your life when you are a second from losing it - four times in the same night.
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Simply put, I've gained a few realizations tonight. I learned a lot of things. I learned that destruction feels amazing. I realized that I am 100% myself at a show; I also realized that I can't control myself well in that kind of environment. I learned that screaming is the best noise to fall asleep to. I realized that the end result would be too painful to handle. I realized who I want to spend my free time with.
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I want to crash asleep and kick in more windows so badly, at the same time. I've lost track of what number I was on, but I'm sure I'll figure it out somewhere between Jeanette and Monongahela.
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