Tuesday, February 8, 2011

jorts.friends. music. tuna. education. community. barbed wire tattoos.


There is a group of humans.
This group of humans consist of girls.
These girls are so dear to me.
I must let you know I only met these girls just last summer.
However, I feel as if I've known them since I came out the womb.
They invited me into their lives.
They shared their stories.
They revealed how long it's been since their last shower and brushing of teeth.
They expressed their love for God.
They told me the importance of washing my face.

I met a girl:
Who has dark hair like the night and light skin, she is full of life and love, when she speaks about you, you sort of are tempted to quickly write it down and on your worse day take it out from your pocket to remind yourself of how awesome you really are, and wears a size 10 in shoes...or possibly a 13.
Another who is blonde with an excellent buttcut, her mind is full of beautiful relating advice. Creativity and her dance together frequently, and offers laughter to all who meet her.
And another who has short hair and it continues to shrink every time I see her, she is petite' but do not be fooled by her smallness she is brave and confident--like little David, she is a reader, if her fear of commitment for relationships takes over books will be a good substitution.
And another who has dreads that amuses your eyes by texture, colour, and shape, her spirit attains such a high measurement of authenticity, art is in her veins.
And another who has the most charming buzz cut, she is more quite but when she speaks it is truth that leaves her lips, she is timid and sweet.

Like I said I feel as if I've known these girls my whole life. And the ones I named aren't even all of the humans in this group. There are more wonderful girls.


I'm thankful for us getting the balls(excuse my vulgarity) to ask those boys from Michigan at C-stone for asking if we could camp by them. Because not only did we get such a good camping spot, we met the greatest people.

Thank you, God.

Side not:I've been wanting to write about them since C-stone. I put my commas everywhere and I don't know why I feel the need to explain myself. I can put commas wherever,,,,,,,,,,,.
Oh the joy of freedom.

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