Deep blue

Im back to it. Again.

I dont know what I am doing, or why I am doing it.

In my head it all makes sense. But then I step out, and it suddenly ceases to make sense.

Like a melodious symphony life transitions seamlessly from one reason to another.

Im completely twisted right now. It does look like a 3rd person speaking.

My mind is, agreed, and disagreed to the whole concept of being at many places at a time.

Haha, i feel like Hunter. Hunter....Man..you rock. You went ahead and wrote shit like this, and actually made it cool! Respect for you buddy.
Too bad you shot yourself. It almost feels like I knew you personally. Like you were next to me or something.

I can imagine. You and me decide to do 'the' roadtrip. Oh boy, would I have been in for a treat!
Its not like one of our roadtrips. We take a lot of pics, burn them on CDs and feel...........tired. Exactly, thats the word that I am looking for. Tired.

A roadtrip with you would be something that I would like. You, me and a taperecorder.
A big red shark would be very very nice. But I am driving you so I get to choose.
I choose an AC Cobra. Yes, one of those..you know, those..British Roadsters. If I remember right, our old friend Jeremy Clarkson used to drive it on his silly little euro-trip. I would prefer it if you werent my eyes, Jeremy. The only cool about you is that your name shares the title of a very very nice song. Wait, actually 2 things. You drive a gorgeous AC Cobra. Oh wait, damn third and last thing. You are actually funny! Even with your racially sensitive satirical nonsense!

Anyways, Mr.Inconsequential doesnt matter now.

So Hunter, like I was saying, Im gonna be driving us there in my AC Cobra. Its gonna be dark blue with a white set of stripes running on it. I think im gonna call it...the 'deep blue'.

And you trip. And ill drive.

And as we head to the next village, we realize that there's no escape.