Tuesday, September 15, 2009

I sometimes ask myself…

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I use to wash my dad’s old Ford Pick-up. The holes in the body walls provided a most pleasing smell while still moist. I would breath in the the unknown and go through doorways to another place. I would sometimes ask, am I addicted? Some day, there will be only crab grass and cockroaches. I miss not smelling the world, I miss that reassurance.

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Sunday, September 6, 2009

Pulp

It didn’t really matter which direction we traveled. West to East, or, East to West. From my back seat I would peer out the window and look up into the endless small canyons which lay to the south side of the highway. There, would be my secret laboratory. The base from which I would go out from and explore the world. A castle of my mind with every conceivable need spread before my eye. There, out from Van Horn, in the monotony of endless miles were desires that were to never be. My finger keeping my place within the Terror In the Navy; my mind having need to be elsewhere, I would stare off, up into those canyons; looking for my fortress of solitude.  They were really wonderful miles. The back seat would have to do.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

I need coffee.

No matter  what {time} you wake up, the only thing that matters is that first cup of coffee.