For the love of a lousy buck...

"I saw thousands
who could have overcome the darkness
For the love of a lousy buck
I watched them die"
-Bob Dylan

September 30, 2012 at 9:24pm
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It’s 9:20 pm.

The moon is bright. It’s quiet. It’s 80 degrees (for you Celcius people, perfect). There is no wind. There are no bugs. There is no humidity.

There is me. There is a cigar. There is a beer. There is a dog.

There is peace.

Notes

  1. flatlander40 reblogged this from buck4itt
  2. zerocharacter said: Sounds like heaven
  3. meeegas said: It has been a glorious day.
  4. artificiallycreepy said: There is nothing better.
  5. 52ish said: what’s that in celsius
  6. buck4itt posted this