do journey's end with the heroes return or when the hero leaves? which. is which and what is, what, is; so, sing the song of the weekend of sun and heat and sun and more heat storms summon strength in a shadowy second water wasted in a jab, jab, jab combination, no finish to it, you see. the smell of charcoal and meat, copious quantites of dogs burgers snausages...and the beer oh! god bless the beer... the band played, i played, we kicked it, telling stories with horns and guitars, stories of chaotic inspiration, losing your eyes in music and just go go go go gogogogogogogoinguntilitsallablur a wonderful, sun powered blur that no amount of grass or trees could ever soak up not even given as much time as those damn mountains took to make themselves, yes. so really, all thi crap is just to say with song and booze and love and food... it was a good weekend.Birth sign: Cancer
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