Yo.
Got back from Blanco a little bit ago.
That was mad fun. Driving around the Hill Country looking for 85+ cemeteries and only finding ca. 15 of them. Playing with spiders the size of my hand. Contemplating the spider bites on my hand. Chasing blazing-fast skink-looking lizards over tombstones.
And most of that was this morning.
But really, I had an awesome time, and I hope to get some hardcore poetry out of it. I've already got a few lines to run with.
I would like to apologise to the unknown Leroy out there for the shoddy grammar on the comment last week. My bad. I was on the run, and my mind was fuddled with how to translate 'State' in 'Michigan State University'. Provinciae is rather a shitty pass for it. Also, many thanks for the corrections.
Which reminds me--there's lots of German I need translated. Care to HBO and give her a whirl, all you Deutschspreckers?
Verstorben, aber nicht vergessen.
Seid unverzagt und hoffet auf den Herrn.
Ich weiss, dass mein Erlosser lebet
Selig sind die Toten, die in dem Herrn sterben, von nan mi.
And a bit of wisdom for all you peops: when you hear a construction like Who yo' name is?, you know you're listening to Nelly.
Cooper [21:12]
