I hope I die before I get old

More generations should be onomatopoetic in nature. The Baby Boomers probably go around snickering all day about how loud they are. The Silent Generation hasn't got anything on them. And what are we - the Internet Generation? We should make some noise.

lub dub lub dub lub dub
drip
drop
drip
drop
mwah!
SCrreeeccch.
ticktock ticktock ticktock clocks are evil beings seg mental izing eternity.
clanging crashes
(in cacaphony,
in HARMONY)
are clashingcryingMUMBLEDHUSHED MURMURS of SHHH!
the comfort in a WHISPER! is fading.

Trips home are always more daunting after their completion; the bonds you form on a journey are a stimulant that feeds your will to press on. You can find so many friends with so much in common with you, even if you move silently through the crowds. It is such a comfortable and daring endeavor to travel alone. I am addicted to the invigoration of connecting to people in the real world, in airports, in bus stops.

I was riding shotgun in my mom's minivan when a stroke of genius did not happen, because strokes are often fatal. Also, that sentence had the word 'shotgun' in it. I am glad I survived typing that word twice. Anyway, inspiration happened. I saw a cardboard box fall out of a little green truck, which then was then hit by several cars. The shredded carcass of the sad paper product I then and there labeled "loadkill". This is my word for things that fall out of vehicles onto the road. Yes, it is an amalgamation of load and roadkill.

Boo-ya.