excuse me new friend, true friend i remember riding through open Arizona desert on never ending highways of boredom, not knowing in the future saying "are we there yet?" was immensely saddening because often i wish we never got there. at times i wish we were still on that route 66 with 1,000 bottles of beer left on the wall. memories like this make life bliss, sunshines sweet kiss. just the road, our nectarous dreams, once upon a clocks, tick tocks, volkswagon and fruit roll ups, no intentions but driving till our eyelids grew heavy and we halted to fall alseep in the car, sometimes i wonder why people shoot for the stars. maybe because my gun was aimed for heaven and Mars.