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I wrote this as fast as I could using the most popular tags according to WordPress, and I used most of them. Can you do any better?!

What are we but a whole mess of animals trying to piece together some semblance of art and architecture, in Australia I experienced one of the greatest Autumn seasons I’ve ever had, possibly since I was a baby. I met up with some folks that played in a band that was from Barcelona. They told me about the cold beaches in Berlin, I had no idea there was an ocean in or around Berlin. We went bird hunting since it was my birthday, I’ve done that every year since I can remember. Dress in all black, sometimes black and white and blue and run bw and through the forest or in this case the California landscape. I was only hunting with my cameraphone though and what with all of the camping ordeals I figured Canada was my next location. So I loaded myself up in a canon of a car and shot across the country, picking up stray cats from Chicago and china men searching for the spirit of Christmas. I was obliged to stop at a church, to relieve myself of all of the sins the city clouds had poured over me. The waves of color in that church were outstanding, concerts of cute dancing dogs played all day long in the aisles, it as odd to say the least but in England, North Dakota that’s how they do things. I figured Canada was close enough to Europe that I could justswing by and visit my fall family, the fashionistas who through film festivals every year in Florida, but they weren’t home. They had planted some rather nice flowers which caught my attention, they looked similar to food so I began to eat them. Soon enough it was as if a football game had taken place and all of France with their friends were allowed to trample the flower patch, enough fun for me, I ruined their garden. After that I geotagged german girls and headed out to mark some graffiti dressed in green Halloween outfits. It reminded me of hiking across Hawaii and the holiday home I stayed in to wait for the owners to come back, they were in India and then off to Ireland. Something about those folks and islands, Japan, Italy, Italia. Their kids were great though. All winter we would go from Mexico to New York wearing yellow zookeeper outfits and tripping on White Lightning acid. Vancouver, that’s where the story resumes, not in Texas or Taiwan. I was watching a sunset over the trees and taking pictures of people in deep ravines. It was a remarkable, firecracker time. That’s when I died.