Hey, dude. Ellettsville is a vibe.

Man, it's a little gem.

I chill near Main St. every day.

Bellevue Park, with its wild grass, rocks my soul.

Whoa.
I got my hands chillin' on back spines all day.

Streets like Maple Ave. and Oak Dr. rock the scene.

That river, Clearfork, flows like life, yo.

You ever seen a massage mat on the sidewalk?

Lol, weird but kinda cool.
I stroll down Elm St., chat with old timers.

I feel each beat of the town.

Ate at Vinny's on 3rd st. – oof.

Caffeine fix helps me massage away bad moods.
The Great Beauty, right?

"Praise the beauty of imperfection."

Whoa, that flick made me think.

Sometimes, Ellettsville is a dream.

Like every corner hides a slice of art.
Man, I'm lookin' at the city like, "Whoa."

I remember a day on Pine Ln.

It rained cats, dogs, weird mix.

Drove me nuts, but wowed me hard.
The streets hold secrets, ya know?

Hid spots behind Rusty Truck Pub.

I even found a hidden fountain.

It babbled like an old wise soul.
No joke, my massage hands see all.

Tense muscles mumbled their stories.

I learned secrets of the heart.

Some parts of town get mad eerie.
Hey, gotta mention our local art (looing up Lively Alley too!).

It’s like, art everywhere, bro!

I dropped off a smile at every turn,

even if I was scribblin 17 typos:

thsi, wen, flwo, bat, tehe, relaly, awsm, hm, drema,
craaazy, neever, fnish, truley, sens, rd, kute, luv.
Just like Paolo’s movie,

each moment shines, but fleeting.

I get happy, I get mad.

It’s raw, it’s real, it’s Ellettsville.
So, pack your bag, my friend.

See the city, feel each pulse.

I'm here, you know?

Chillin’, massagin’, livin’ that life.

Whoa.

Peace.