Be present. I'm slowly learning to live in the unknown. Tell me of your passions.

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. - Robert Frost (Songs with a color picture are collaborations with http://8tracks.com/llimcmill)

Wasn't it you who said life was like a plastic cup To be used and then disposed of Yeah, but that's no way to live a life like yours joossupertramp.tumblr.com

the haze of stars, the flame, the honey-dew the girl with her seaside limbs and ardent tongue

I want to travel through time, I want to present you with bitchin' mixes for every occasion.

The name is Bobby. Studying for a Mathematics major. I'm probably going to end up being one of those cool, easy high-school math teachers you'll always remember. I'm into every kind of music. Pretty chill dude. I'm on a mission to spread good music. Will you help me? Listen over and over and spread the word. Enjoy!! Peace & love, friends.