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In Hillbillyland possibly close to Cthulhu
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By:
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punkeriksson
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Mood:
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other
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Date:
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07/14/2012 13:48:05
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Music:
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The sound of Water, wind and birds and the wood along the fan in my lap top.
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My vacation trip to the cottage in the woods, where my dad grew up did start great. Food poisoned, got a cold and allergies....its fucked up.The expected bathing, fishing and boat trips feels like far away at the moment.Well the kids enjoy themself with other stuff. Like my parents dog, a vivid little fellow.What can they do? Hardly any internet conection, electrical drop outs (no im not in Chicago) beacuse flashes and thunders, Mobile phones are no use up here, no conection. All around just lakes, woods and mountains. And a lot of wild animals. And Hillbillies, real live inbread Hillbillies. When I was sleeping my illness away a car full of Americans stopped by looking for their roots in the area. Fascinated by all the Elk, Pike and wild life stuff. Not our relatives thought. Well last night I was well enough to sit on the porch and drink Cognac with my old man. Listen to his old stories. I never really paid too much attention to them so its like hearing them for the first time, I really like listen to his cold war military stories,he was in the military. Who fucked who or fucked up who in this area is less interesting because I never really cared. The old cottage was build in the 1930ies but my daddys familly been living here at least since the sixteen century. Before that they didnt bother to write shit down. So if not the woods, Cthulhu, a X files monster a bear or another bacteria gets me I will hang out on PR whenever the elements are mercyful enough to let me.
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