Going Out West

Going to the west last summer was one of the most exciting and interesting things in my life. When my mother first talked about this trip to me, I was really excited to fly. But when I got there I was very surprised. One of the worst part of the trip was that my family and I had to get up at 3 AM to catch a Manchester airplane. We flew from Manchester to Cleveland, Ohio, and from Cleveland to Salt Lake City, Utah. I am having a good time in an airplane.

Returning to Brooklyn 's house, I mentioned this trip in the e - mail to Western writers, and I hint sweetly that I may be back in this direction soon. "New York City is a perfect refuge," he replied. "Go to the West, I miss you" His tune kept me patronizing until then. I like the echo of the western expansion of the 19th century, it seems troublesome for the way we all know romantic ideas. Go west, stimulate your imagination, find your independence, and join the problematic lineage. Go west away from Dodge - this is cliché whose roots are in the old western part. These myths are hard to shake

Just a few miles away from you until you go out, they try to bring you back where you need it. They do not like women like you. They will call you a danger. They try to convince you that you are crazy. Please - Baby - I - I love you. They will put their teeth back in your arms and release their metal poisons. You will fall over and over again. Please be nice here. Please forgive me forever, but please do not stop. You take yourself to the west, go to the west, and lying is too close to hurt your teeth. Go west and adjust your ears for the truth. A young lady goes to the west. Develop this country

In the west, rubies in your stomach are polished and shining. Diamonds hang on your back. You are a spiritual woman. You look like a very interesting wedding day. You go to a cafe by yourself. You see a poem at the top of the mountain. They look at you as you are the most human thing they have ever seen. Go to the west young lady and plant your ribs between your country 's palms. You are no longer a virgin. You do not have to pay attention, you have. This will burn every toxic thing and you will see it disappear. Good people come to you. A bit of a miracle makes your eyes happy. Your sorrow will penetrate mentally. You are now older mother than Sequoia. Welcome home