we headed out at about noon, the car packed and waiting with a rusty bumper and two dents, one to match the other. he had carried me mile upon crazed mile, drifting through space and time with the grin of mechanic slyness. the only ropes with this one was age. clairence would soon sputter dry and i could either take it easy on him or ride the fucker until it screams death, so naturally i chose the latter.
we stopped to load up on gas and alcoholic beverages pleasing to all senses at the local kroger off the interstate. mountains of people littered the place giving me the wort kind of creeps so i stayed behind and reflected about the time to come. northbound and ready for the type of laughter that splits the neck with vise scripts and a neatly polished crowbar from uncle john's locked cabinet. i was smiling at myself in the rear view mirror when my cohorts returned with crackling plastic bags weighed with various cargo for moonlit happenings.
delicious food can take camp pretty far. the steak flavor was still in my mouth when the trees started finding themselves. the woods is somewhere i feel especially at home and jesus was i home. i could taste the reality like star hinted memories crossing a blind side. the entirety of my hands on batteries was a realization i just could not handle. get the batteries in. but my fumbles were too heavy with entirely present dysfunction.
the silhouette of the leaves kaleidoscoped into copious amounts of repetitive patterns against the moon's huge ass face beaming down on the tiny me between rocks too huge to be just rocks. stars fastened themselves into glittering pops of reappearing light puzzles that were as fragile as milk crystals. my phone was alive...and all the time i had the blue and purple light in the second pocket of my bag.
we stopped to load up on gas and alcoholic beverages pleasing to all senses at the local kroger off the interstate. mountains of people littered the place giving me the wort kind of creeps so i stayed behind and reflected about the time to come. northbound and ready for the type of laughter that splits the neck with vise scripts and a neatly polished crowbar from uncle john's locked cabinet. i was smiling at myself in the rear view mirror when my cohorts returned with crackling plastic bags weighed with various cargo for moonlit happenings.
delicious food can take camp pretty far. the steak flavor was still in my mouth when the trees started finding themselves. the woods is somewhere i feel especially at home and jesus was i home. i could taste the reality like star hinted memories crossing a blind side. the entirety of my hands on batteries was a realization i just could not handle. get the batteries in. but my fumbles were too heavy with entirely present dysfunction.
the silhouette of the leaves kaleidoscoped into copious amounts of repetitive patterns against the moon's huge ass face beaming down on the tiny me between rocks too huge to be just rocks. stars fastened themselves into glittering pops of reappearing light puzzles that were as fragile as milk crystals. my phone was alive...and all the time i had the blue and purple light in the second pocket of my bag.
