summer

times, computer daily planet.

into the wild,

into the shit happens, nothing more.

we are

the champions, of <3s.

yesterday

was über alles.

what

shall I do, with a pumpkin generator?

I came back

to the future, with a flat tire.

I can’t

sleep tight enough, pfft.

sunny

I <3 you.

friday

the 13th;

I have a special weapon for you called:

highly  mixed road music.

feeling

a bit nervous.