i'm back from outer space

the fabulous rich bitch town of ponte vedra beach, oceanfront condo, carloads of fucking crazy, hormonal, blood-thirsty and overworked college students driving 16 hellish hours, alcohol, new people, rebirth, sand in my bathing suit, new friends and the getting to know you of travel, drunken days, nights and sad attempts at surfing, universal and becky's inevitable orgasm brought on by space ships, screaming, and running, all legit. the sun. a change of location, and change of destination; of the head, of the heart. spring break; a cliched catharsis i can't help but embrace.

shiny new flip flops. lip glossed physique. 3am extinguishes the feeling.
cliched or conveyed. escape. will be reached at the beach.

i have a lot of reading to do.
i have a lot of believing to do.
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