if you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there
it slipped past
it slipped passed, dad sorry my heads been floating in the clouds rolling on the ground so much in the past year the ocean and back among other things ill see you in the car ride to and from everywhere sorry it slipped six years.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?