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somewhere past the end of the road. @MythoAmerica
one day the sun will set for the last time, and every door that was once open will close forever. yet i keep driving like eternity still exists somewhere. maybe it’s this stop, or the next town over. i’ll never know until i find it. seeking a trashy and eternal American summer.
smoking a cigarette in the parking lot i’ll be sleeping at tonight
down south i drank sweet tea. up north i drink iced coffee no sugar.
gonna sound fake deep here but i like that when i drink an iced latte it tastes like i’m drinking the ghost of a coffee. its essence is still there but its warmth, its body— it’s gone. the whole experience is like the equivalent of sifting for gold in a cold, rocky river.
Heaven and Hell is REAL! REPENT AND TURN TO JESUS !!!! BEOFE ITS TOO LATE . HE IS COMING…. Jesus is coming!
i want to maintain an aroma of gasoline and cigarettes. i want to smell like i can spontaneously combust at any point.
i have been going liquor store to liquor store trying to find mead for a friend of mine and getting multiple people telling me “yeah i know people who drink that and no one knows where they get it from.” a drink of the occult.
What happened? Really? No I didn’t hear that…want a beer?
few realize how much discipline is required to run an aesthetics page and that’s why MythoAmerica stands alone in a lot of ways. 7 posts a day nearly everyday from morning to night, season to season, never insisting upon itself or breaking character. if you get it you get it.
> find an account called “Anglican Aesthetics” > zero aesthetics, just long theology nerd posts
just had my first root beer float at twenty seven years of age. it was like being born again.
the pain of getting over something feels less like avoidance, and more like passing over the same wound again and again until it doesn’t hurt anymore