Smear my mandibles with cream cheese and tell the President, A Video!
This GoPro is sick. Its the size of an egg. I'm going to record so many moving images. The fish lens makes everything I shoot look like its a professional sport. Next video I put up will be the interior of my next apartment, which is my car. I'm about 90% through organizing the materials, finances, backups plans, sustenance, etc for the trip, and about 10% with the actual itinerary. Radical. Its coming together nicely and I'll have the room for the essentials. In particular my body. Tubular.
Depending on the weather i'm going to stroll through Nashville a bit after all. Wichita is not worth driving to immediately when I have all the time in the world. Oh and there's no national parks in this barren parkless belt that goes from all of Kansas, the width of Kansas, north. I wonder why God didn't put any national parks there. Probably because its all corn. Fields and fields of danger corn.
The sort of non-organic corn you mourn for. I'll be moving everything out, getting my body assessed by professionals, and researching the hidden gems of the United States the rest of this week. But FIRST - The Dreamtime.
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