Movin' to the country..gonna eat me alot of peaches.

I took a little nap where the roots all twist
Squished a rotten peach in my fist
And dreamed about you woman
I poked my finger down inside
makin’ a little room for a ant to hide
Nature’s candy in my hand or can or a pie

I'm moving again. EXCITING.

Oh man, I almost forgot. Just to record some random information that I thought was funny in my life. The day before the wedding we stayed up kind of late playing dominos and drinking like your average fun loving Slavic. Anyway, I was sitting there under our canopy getting blasted and having a blast with the family when I felt something under my shirt on my right shoulder pinching....I grabbed it a couple of times and then finally tuned my shirt inside out and saw this. I reconized it right away. I looked at my old man and said "FUCK!". The old man says what? I show him and let him know that it's an "Epicauta vittata" also known as a North American Blister Beetle. I've never got tagged by one of these guys...but god it really sucks. The next day I woke up with three quater sized blisters on my shoulder that burned like hell. You see...when they feel threatend, they volentarily bleed...and they're blood has this effect on skin...it makes it blister...not like a little pimple of shit....no, like...it looks like you got severily burned. Anyway, I was fucked up at the time so I just threw the little guy off and proceeded to tell my old man that the "Epicauta vittata" Blister Beetle is old mother nature's viagra. You eat one or two of the little guys and you've got a raging hard on for a good while....but eat too many and you're throwing up with a fever...and a painful raging erection. Anyway, he looked at me with amazement and said "really...I might have to try that...my dick don't work like it used to." I looked up at the canopy and realized that it would be wise to move the game from under the canopy because Epicauta vittata had the top of the canopy covered. I've never seen so many...was it because it was raining and storming...and the right time of year? Who knows. Anyway...a couple of days past and I went to see my dad again and asked him if he tried the beetle yet. He looked at me and said "No, I haven't seen any of those beetle's since that night...next time we ought to save some of those sons of bitches. I'll wear that pussy out."