I’m building childish plans for us to run away and become modern day Indiana Joneses. Explorers of the earth and one day… we’ll be legend. We’ll never die because generations and the next will be inspired by stories of our adventures. This is the Adventure Series [and you will ever forget its greatness.] We’ll be notorious jewel thieves. Masters of the art of the steal. The discipline of ninjas the hacking abilities honed only by an elite. The world is a playground, its architects were madmen. We could explore and play forever OCCUPATION: daydreamers/lifelusters. Poets and artists and romantics. Little kids and sometimes lions. A surrealist’s paradise. Be in a fantasy of now—because that’s a life worth living. Satisfactory days… that’s the life for me. Can we learn to talk and conversate with birds? Anything and all that I want but don’t know… idealism has this grip on me. So bring me back down or go crazy with me please.