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Sing it with me now, cause ive got dried spit on my face, 3 ketchup packets in my pocket and one stolen square of sugar caught the sound of tea cups breaking and I dont know what it all means.
Steel toes and no broken windows. The yellow spots in my eyes get bigger and ive got no answers.
I want to burn my own nest. Do birds ever do that. I wont start with the questions.
"Down this road, that never seems to end..
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on..."
Im throwing red paper away like a blonde bitch with a bad nose job.
Dont ask for my lighter, thats just really, really old...
I almost became a firecracker. I have to maze my way back.
To what? Burned all your bridges now theres nowhere left to...
Ocean. 5. 4.
Im chewing on the metal cage like you are too.
Where areyou. Paint it.
Steel toes and no broken windows. The yellow spots in my eyes get bigger and ive got no answers.
I want to burn my own nest. Do birds ever do that. I wont start with the questions.
"Down this road, that never seems to end..
Until tomorrow, I'll just keep moving on..."
Im throwing red paper away like a blonde bitch with a bad nose job.
Dont ask for my lighter, thats just really, really old...
I almost became a firecracker. I have to maze my way back.
To what? Burned all your bridges now theres nowhere left to...
Ocean. 5. 4.
Im chewing on the metal cage like you are too.
Where areyou. Paint it.
okayokay
16 hours away from where I left its really fucking hot im wearing almost nothing and i dont care about the sweat except my socks are really gross and they stand up on their own.
I forgot my way and slept behind the fruit market again this time alone, with only 2 visitors. Visitor number 1 woke me up to try and sell me crack, visitor number 2 woke me up to ask me if i was working the corner. Sometimes, I cant think of anything funny to say back and just stare in confusion at ignorant stupidity. DinDin had created a circle of poo around me. So i smoked impatient cigarettes for the metro to open.
In the morning, I traced buildings and tags and encouraging emails, the only reason for my adventure into ghetto city, back to where I was headed, and found his door open, waiting. Hopped the fence HALLLOOO? He is sleeping. I lay beside him and kiss his little head to make the deep sleeper wakeup. Instantly I get this awful stinging in my eyes and face, the result of what im imagining is a 2 day old pepperspray incident. I close my eyes, try to breathe without hurting, and wait for him to tell me the story.
We always find things, and now it is a squirrel. Tictoc or Peanut or L`écureuil or whatever his name is at that moment in time likes to eat anything dipped in honey and seseme seeds with peanut butter, and afterwards, especially in public, he will begin to suck himself off. Im serious on that. I have pictures but no magical cord to attach it to the computer so we`ll wait to find one.
I got some pretty new boots from Dasha and she is even prettier off the screen and her rabbit violated my rabbit but I think it was just jealous because its ears are vertically challenged.
Back to the confusing heart, We walk and remember why we quit after giving up on quitting. Its not that I want to live, it isnt that at all. It isnt anything but what it is i guess. Deep. We drink much and then we drink (or more like chew) chunky chocolate mushroom stew. Everything gets fuzzy and Im sinking. Its storming outside and dark and I check on Dindin and shes almost swimming and theres spiders clinging to anything dry and im sitting there, in a large puddle, with lightening and thunder and raindrops and spiders and a white rabbit and everything after that is undetermined but was I dreaming part of it? I dont remember sleeping but at one point I do wake up.
Thank you to the anonymous individual who makes strange sculptures of nothing outside of Foufes. Maybe its just a yardsale of found objects on the street that I have assumed might be terrorist art, anyhow there were 2 dead pretty seagulls and one pasta plate, so obviously you put alittle dead bird on a little pasta plate that fits perfectly and off I am like a waitress to the hungry awaiting their meals in expensive restaurants. I like to play until someone SOMEONE threw the plate from my hand and desecrated the poor dead thing I tore off one wing and left it with the other. I wish I had taken them both but I wasnt sure about the meat content and what sort of rotting would follow. There was only maggots in its head and body. Little intestines.
I should mention that I have found a black box to live in, with moody roomates big windows and a broken door and dirty needles between the walls and 2 cats are included. I want to make cabbits. I will try but I cant remember if its the female rabbit or the female cat that has to carry... otherwise you end up with really scary notliving aborted creatures halfwaythrough. Home. It isnt.
If the many of us stumble our way there safely, we will see Crystal Castles and I AM bringing the coconut topped marshmallows to spell out the lyrics "c c c is for cunt theres a sickness inside that i need to harvest.. she's the one who brings me to life, when i stab her with my hunting knife broken tramp have you seen her , i tryed to love but now i've beat her"
16 hours away from where I left its really fucking hot im wearing almost nothing and i dont care about the sweat except my socks are really gross and they stand up on their own.
I forgot my way and slept behind the fruit market again this time alone, with only 2 visitors. Visitor number 1 woke me up to try and sell me crack, visitor number 2 woke me up to ask me if i was working the corner. Sometimes, I cant think of anything funny to say back and just stare in confusion at ignorant stupidity. DinDin had created a circle of poo around me. So i smoked impatient cigarettes for the metro to open.
In the morning, I traced buildings and tags and encouraging emails, the only reason for my adventure into ghetto city, back to where I was headed, and found his door open, waiting. Hopped the fence HALLLOOO? He is sleeping. I lay beside him and kiss his little head to make the deep sleeper wakeup. Instantly I get this awful stinging in my eyes and face, the result of what im imagining is a 2 day old pepperspray incident. I close my eyes, try to breathe without hurting, and wait for him to tell me the story.
We always find things, and now it is a squirrel. Tictoc or Peanut or L`écureuil or whatever his name is at that moment in time likes to eat anything dipped in honey and seseme seeds with peanut butter, and afterwards, especially in public, he will begin to suck himself off. Im serious on that. I have pictures but no magical cord to attach it to the computer so we`ll wait to find one.
I got some pretty new boots from Dasha and she is even prettier off the screen and her rabbit violated my rabbit but I think it was just jealous because its ears are vertically challenged.
Back to the confusing heart, We walk and remember why we quit after giving up on quitting. Its not that I want to live, it isnt that at all. It isnt anything but what it is i guess. Deep. We drink much and then we drink (or more like chew) chunky chocolate mushroom stew. Everything gets fuzzy and Im sinking. Its storming outside and dark and I check on Dindin and shes almost swimming and theres spiders clinging to anything dry and im sitting there, in a large puddle, with lightening and thunder and raindrops and spiders and a white rabbit and everything after that is undetermined but was I dreaming part of it? I dont remember sleeping but at one point I do wake up.
Thank you to the anonymous individual who makes strange sculptures of nothing outside of Foufes. Maybe its just a yardsale of found objects on the street that I have assumed might be terrorist art, anyhow there were 2 dead pretty seagulls and one pasta plate, so obviously you put alittle dead bird on a little pasta plate that fits perfectly and off I am like a waitress to the hungry awaiting their meals in expensive restaurants. I like to play until someone SOMEONE threw the plate from my hand and desecrated the poor dead thing I tore off one wing and left it with the other. I wish I had taken them both but I wasnt sure about the meat content and what sort of rotting would follow. There was only maggots in its head and body. Little intestines.
I should mention that I have found a black box to live in, with moody roomates big windows and a broken door and dirty needles between the walls and 2 cats are included. I want to make cabbits. I will try but I cant remember if its the female rabbit or the female cat that has to carry... otherwise you end up with really scary notliving aborted creatures halfwaythrough. Home. It isnt.
If the many of us stumble our way there safely, we will see Crystal Castles and I AM bringing the coconut topped marshmallows to spell out the lyrics "c c c is for cunt theres a sickness inside that i need to harvest.. she's the one who brings me to life, when i stab her with my hunting knife broken tramp have you seen her , i tryed to love but now i've beat her"
Edge of a logging road bridge legs dangling watching water bugs I'm smoking while DinDin ate dandylion leaves from a tin. Transports drove by without much of a care and watched carefully and she didnt flinch. I could see far and quiet sat through the shadows growing taller and the water freezing at night so it was time to leave for warmer places.
Would you like to see a hometown? I havent the balls to go back yet. Maybe painting a picture in your mind could help you understand. Soon, on my way to summer during winter, its completly out of the way but i will visit it again, and bring back my own photos. Here are some I found.
THIS is what it looks like if you choose to drive to the hospital during winter
And the summer..
Its small but this is the sand bar at lowtide. Where you could scout for lobsters, seals, and all sorts of whales
The packs of wild dogs, hanging with homebums, abandoned houses, freedom running through forests and animal paths climbing trees, the stories and log houses and fires, no cable or radio brown water you can drink half the time and oh the wolf packs at night. The stories I could tell you! And the way it made my thoughts what they are. I'll save it for another day.
Cities. All the same old things.
Searching for eyes that look like mine who can see the things that I cannot say... its always a search, isnt it. I ignore it. But i do like seeing those eyes from across a room. It makes me get up and leave.
I stood in front of a building with reflective mirror windows feeling alien and people walked by looking at themselves or checking their ass and I felt maybe like I was about to shatter a piece feeling this really extreme feeling until my nose violently started bleeding down my face without warning and I smiled too, cause now I felt what they felt but i'll bet they dont see their side as I do and why this was the same.
Would you like to see a hometown? I havent the balls to go back yet. Maybe painting a picture in your mind could help you understand. Soon, on my way to summer during winter, its completly out of the way but i will visit it again, and bring back my own photos. Here are some I found.
THIS is what it looks like if you choose to drive to the hospital during winter
And the summer..
Its small but this is the sand bar at lowtide. Where you could scout for lobsters, seals, and all sorts of whales
The packs of wild dogs, hanging with homebums, abandoned houses, freedom running through forests and animal paths climbing trees, the stories and log houses and fires, no cable or radio brown water you can drink half the time and oh the wolf packs at night. The stories I could tell you! And the way it made my thoughts what they are. I'll save it for another day.
Cities. All the same old things.
Searching for eyes that look like mine who can see the things that I cannot say... its always a search, isnt it. I ignore it. But i do like seeing those eyes from across a room. It makes me get up and leave.
I stood in front of a building with reflective mirror windows feeling alien and people walked by looking at themselves or checking their ass and I felt maybe like I was about to shatter a piece feeling this really extreme feeling until my nose violently started bleeding down my face without warning and I smiled too, cause now I felt what they felt but i'll bet they dont see their side as I do and why this was the same.
hi.
the world is tumblin around real fast and a popeye lookalike says keep spinnin, so spin i will.
no particular mission. miles and miles back and forth up down places. the rides have been the craziest.. beer handed out the window before i see a face, 140kmph playin chicken with truckers MARRYME he says while we win, 6 hours out of the way tins full of delicious things to make my heartbeat quicker but in the long run weaker. 34 lbs right in the middle of smog city i'll never see.
to escape the summer heat i travelled to... the hottest city in fucking north america. Unsure about my way, sketchy with roads not travelled, i see a wolf, then feel better. See a moose, feel better. See a bald eagle (taken off the endangered species list now thanks) feel much much better. Find a goodgood friend and his girl and we drink so much/smoke so much i fall into a table with all the spilt paintbrushes and water all over me. she painted my rugburn with greeny paint. good friends are good for the heart (but maybe not the liver) cuz the world is a playground yes but still a miserable fucking hole. Time to go time to go we're all going, i leave to find the way out on my own. Big eyes... i stare at the most confusing iron spaghetti bowl ive ever seen. Felt like that deer overlooking the 8lane freeway from a cliff. I am telling my brain this will work, this will work. figure it out.. puzzles puzzles. I see a deer, go sit, and WEEEEE CN going east speedin out of the abyss i pretend to have wings. I sing. I scream.... Feel like i shouldnt wear black anymore especially in the prairies while deciding that nobody really needs anybody at all. I dont need anything because i am everything. O.P.P. pulls me off I sit quiet and where the FUCK are you supposed to put your feet. Really. Bring me 2 hours the wrong way, with a "get the fuck out of here", Am I supposed to tip???
It is said over and over again by those who believe themselves to be of higher thoughts, that i cannot do this forever. go back and sit on your ikea couch, fuckhole. Get a blowjob from somebody that pretends to care. I want everything, which is absolutly nothing. simple things. Water, and the occasional apple is just fine.
fuckin hitchiking. driver #2 pulls off the highway i wake up to the unfriendly sound of gravel. THE FUCK are we doing, i ask. "Oh, well, you seemed tired so i thought we might camp somewhere down this road for the night..."
So, i walk. I walk in the dark with the bright red moon and I catch a religious truckerfucker that i manage to con into driving a different route so i can stay out of the big cities
Walk around the little city looking for ways to get on rooftops.. everything i see is a two person job. play in some twisted metal that used to be some sorta building. I wanted to know how they smooshed it all. Sandhills with skunks hiding in them. Pieces of trains id like to create nonpurpose expensive city art with.
ahhh. i sleep on the top of a school bus and think of times. just times. i miss i dont know what. something.
Return to the forest reading eyes and strange wierd atmospheres that i cant figure out sometimes my grip slips sometimes ive got a good fist sometimes i ignore there to be a grip at all but I have this announcement to make...
okayokay LISTEN UP
SHH. in the back!!!!! i cant hear myself think.
Ladies and Gents...
may i introduce... to you...
the green-eating furry-footed poop-on-tail buck-toothed sleeping-bag-cuddlin..
DIN-DIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sometimes it pees on me,
Sometimes it pee's on my leg, that ungrateful veinyeared cow.
Sometimes, it eats all the pot out of apple pipes and wont even save me the last hoot.
DInDin WILL knock over your beer, and then hop around casually cute-like and pretend not to notice.
Moral of the story... dont think for a moment you can trust anyone with permanent pink eye. or somebody with aviators that cover half their face for that matter.
Lets see where this furr story goes.
the world is tumblin around real fast and a popeye lookalike says keep spinnin, so spin i will.
no particular mission. miles and miles back and forth up down places. the rides have been the craziest.. beer handed out the window before i see a face, 140kmph playin chicken with truckers MARRYME he says while we win, 6 hours out of the way tins full of delicious things to make my heartbeat quicker but in the long run weaker. 34 lbs right in the middle of smog city i'll never see.
to escape the summer heat i travelled to... the hottest city in fucking north america. Unsure about my way, sketchy with roads not travelled, i see a wolf, then feel better. See a moose, feel better. See a bald eagle (taken off the endangered species list now thanks) feel much much better. Find a goodgood friend and his girl and we drink so much/smoke so much i fall into a table with all the spilt paintbrushes and water all over me. she painted my rugburn with greeny paint. good friends are good for the heart (but maybe not the liver) cuz the world is a playground yes but still a miserable fucking hole. Time to go time to go we're all going, i leave to find the way out on my own. Big eyes... i stare at the most confusing iron spaghetti bowl ive ever seen. Felt like that deer overlooking the 8lane freeway from a cliff. I am telling my brain this will work, this will work. figure it out.. puzzles puzzles. I see a deer, go sit, and WEEEEE CN going east speedin out of the abyss i pretend to have wings. I sing. I scream.... Feel like i shouldnt wear black anymore especially in the prairies while deciding that nobody really needs anybody at all. I dont need anything because i am everything. O.P.P. pulls me off I sit quiet and where the FUCK are you supposed to put your feet. Really. Bring me 2 hours the wrong way, with a "get the fuck out of here", Am I supposed to tip???
It is said over and over again by those who believe themselves to be of higher thoughts, that i cannot do this forever. go back and sit on your ikea couch, fuckhole. Get a blowjob from somebody that pretends to care. I want everything, which is absolutly nothing. simple things. Water, and the occasional apple is just fine.
fuckin hitchiking. driver #2 pulls off the highway i wake up to the unfriendly sound of gravel. THE FUCK are we doing, i ask. "Oh, well, you seemed tired so i thought we might camp somewhere down this road for the night..."
So, i walk. I walk in the dark with the bright red moon and I catch a religious truckerfucker that i manage to con into driving a different route so i can stay out of the big cities
Walk around the little city looking for ways to get on rooftops.. everything i see is a two person job. play in some twisted metal that used to be some sorta building. I wanted to know how they smooshed it all. Sandhills with skunks hiding in them. Pieces of trains id like to create nonpurpose expensive city art with.
ahhh. i sleep on the top of a school bus and think of times. just times. i miss i dont know what. something.
Return to the forest reading eyes and strange wierd atmospheres that i cant figure out sometimes my grip slips sometimes ive got a good fist sometimes i ignore there to be a grip at all but I have this announcement to make...
okayokay LISTEN UP
SHH. in the back!!!!! i cant hear myself think.
Ladies and Gents...
may i introduce... to you...
the green-eating furry-footed poop-on-tail buck-toothed sleeping-bag-cuddlin..
DIN-DIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sometimes it pees on me,
Sometimes it pee's on my leg, that ungrateful veinyeared cow.
Sometimes, it eats all the pot out of apple pipes and wont even save me the last hoot.
DInDin WILL knock over your beer, and then hop around casually cute-like and pretend not to notice.
Moral of the story... dont think for a moment you can trust anyone with permanent pink eye. or somebody with aviators that cover half their face for that matter.
Lets see where this furr story goes.
This was half the reason for fuckingoff to the land of palmtrees and gator roadkill.
Fucking Canadian Snowsqualls.
Does this make you, little angry redhair blue eyed thing, snicker? =)
This is my squeege. There are many like it but this one is mine....
Im here. On this snowy roof a few entries ago.
Truckin. In the summer, 4 hours of this highway is deserted beach.
Has it gone too far? Is there even line to cross? Ill never know for sure.
He's got that quickness in his step that tells me exactly what he might be up to.
We hop the metro with complete disregard for the fact that most people pay for public transportation.
And then, the waiting game. Down Underground back into the metro (scolded that this isnt a living room),
We're sitting in a dark brick corner, a little girl watches us from across the platform. The subway tunnels dont interest me here because theres no rats. No secret tunnels. I think of where there are and it saddens me.
If I stop, everything crashes.
She warns.... Youll fucking lose your mind. She shouldnt have told me exactly what I wanted to do. Everything is going real fast and I like it. Serendipity? Im all in my head.
Im not back sitting on my pack for more than a few minutes before Im on my way out. A boy whos skin has turned yellow is sick of it too.
Screw all that fancy trainhoppin and your dirty carhartts, we hopped out in style! Couldnt tell you why they never checked our (lack of) tickets.
As a sprite, I used to dream of being a stowaway on a boat destined for Europe. Ive recently heard of successful stories.
Off the train, we walk through "prime real-estate land" construction sites (deathdeathdeath) and our eyes stay on a row of dumptrucks where we could sleep mostly out of the cold ass wind.
At the truckstop, his withering frame cannot eat. I pull my hood down over my eyes a little more than usual. We help a girl who's alone get a ride, and walk back to the line of trucks.
The moon is bright bright right above us, and we story of what we might do when we get to where were going. Were high and its all lies, I know that once we get there, it will be the same old race.
The early morning cold just before the sun gets up *always* wakes me and we manage to get out of there even before the workers start to hate their day.
I take a step back to look at us and wonder if anybody might even consider offering us a ride. We end up putting music on and dancing, eating ice cream... mind as well. Anybody who offers a ride is gunna have to be stranger than us. Its all ladies going to work.
We get to SmogCity and the sky, as I usually remember, is grey and wet. Sitting around in that disgusting excuse for a metropolis all sickly is never so great. Sick becomes Sicker on cold wet pavement. I see ooold highway friends, from years ago.
This house is 24/7 if you close your eyes in it you might mistake yourself for being in a zoo.
My hood is being pulled at and I wake up in the dark on a couch with one cushion, the springs on the other side have gone through my pants and im stuck. "Hey you! Who the fuck are you?" He wasnt here before. He pushes the hair out of my eyes and he stops it with the voice and just stares. Another comes into the room and it becomes 7 shades darker with an empty mind. My time is up.
Ride to suburbia, on the back of a Harley. (thankyou) I wished we were going to the desert to sleep next to cacti and wake up with strange insects on our heads. I want to see the desert, Solitary existance in her i think of. Want to winter with me?
Waiting for my Italian light to make the world go away, I find myself at another waterfront. BOOM. right away. 2 of them. They have sticks and we start having crayfish races. We try to have the claws cut my hair, but pinchy just doesnt get it and prefers breaking sticks. We eat a pack of flower seeds each and my heart beats faster and I laugh a little louder but what a stomache ache afterwards. He keeps randomly walking into the water and pulling out fish, it takes me half the day to realize they are all dead and he isnt magick at all. Lake Simcoe is dying. I wanted to swim but dead yellow and purple animals are all along the shore. And the crows arent eating them. Im staring at it all for too long.
I didnt hear it, deep asleep, but somebody breaks the back bus window. Lets drink! says a voice in the back. She is loud and pretends not to notice the other passengers are sleeping. She makes me loud too and soon we've got the whole bus talking to each other. Vodka. Soooo much of it. We laugh at our similarities, and the urge that is so very strong to grab the cops gun while they lazily go about anything. What fun there could be. You've got nothing to lose after that. Like the deportation game.
Hit the Gateway at 3am, I think of walking the tracks and waiting but theres something about having to step properly without bailing on my face that im too drunk to concentrate on and its too funny when i hop the fence and get stuck at the top. My pants are ripped all over again. These ones might have to retire I think theres more thread and floss than fabric.
Back to the Highway. Long walk up a too familiar hill. Sick to my stomach already with thoughts alone.
Sleep at a truckstop with free breakfast and not enough ketchup. Up at 5am and Im not the only one out there. Treeplant is the reason of the roadside-humantraffic season and why im north too. My feet were just going, I had forgotten there was a where. Im asleep under trees until July.
Fucking Canadian Snowsqualls.
Does this make you, little angry redhair blue eyed thing, snicker? =)
This is my squeege. There are many like it but this one is mine....
Im here. On this snowy roof a few entries ago.
Truckin. In the summer, 4 hours of this highway is deserted beach.
Has it gone too far? Is there even line to cross? Ill never know for sure.
He's got that quickness in his step that tells me exactly what he might be up to.
We hop the metro with complete disregard for the fact that most people pay for public transportation.
And then, the waiting game. Down Underground back into the metro (scolded that this isnt a living room),
We're sitting in a dark brick corner, a little girl watches us from across the platform. The subway tunnels dont interest me here because theres no rats. No secret tunnels. I think of where there are and it saddens me.
If I stop, everything crashes.
She warns.... Youll fucking lose your mind. She shouldnt have told me exactly what I wanted to do. Everything is going real fast and I like it. Serendipity? Im all in my head.
Im not back sitting on my pack for more than a few minutes before Im on my way out. A boy whos skin has turned yellow is sick of it too.
Screw all that fancy trainhoppin and your dirty carhartts, we hopped out in style! Couldnt tell you why they never checked our (lack of) tickets.
As a sprite, I used to dream of being a stowaway on a boat destined for Europe. Ive recently heard of successful stories.
Off the train, we walk through "prime real-estate land" construction sites (deathdeathdeath) and our eyes stay on a row of dumptrucks where we could sleep mostly out of the cold ass wind.
At the truckstop, his withering frame cannot eat. I pull my hood down over my eyes a little more than usual. We help a girl who's alone get a ride, and walk back to the line of trucks.
The moon is bright bright right above us, and we story of what we might do when we get to where were going. Were high and its all lies, I know that once we get there, it will be the same old race.
The early morning cold just before the sun gets up *always* wakes me and we manage to get out of there even before the workers start to hate their day.
I take a step back to look at us and wonder if anybody might even consider offering us a ride. We end up putting music on and dancing, eating ice cream... mind as well. Anybody who offers a ride is gunna have to be stranger than us. Its all ladies going to work.
We get to SmogCity and the sky, as I usually remember, is grey and wet. Sitting around in that disgusting excuse for a metropolis all sickly is never so great. Sick becomes Sicker on cold wet pavement. I see ooold highway friends, from years ago.
This house is 24/7 if you close your eyes in it you might mistake yourself for being in a zoo.
My hood is being pulled at and I wake up in the dark on a couch with one cushion, the springs on the other side have gone through my pants and im stuck. "Hey you! Who the fuck are you?" He wasnt here before. He pushes the hair out of my eyes and he stops it with the voice and just stares. Another comes into the room and it becomes 7 shades darker with an empty mind. My time is up.
Ride to suburbia, on the back of a Harley. (thankyou) I wished we were going to the desert to sleep next to cacti and wake up with strange insects on our heads. I want to see the desert, Solitary existance in her i think of. Want to winter with me?
Waiting for my Italian light to make the world go away, I find myself at another waterfront. BOOM. right away. 2 of them. They have sticks and we start having crayfish races. We try to have the claws cut my hair, but pinchy just doesnt get it and prefers breaking sticks. We eat a pack of flower seeds each and my heart beats faster and I laugh a little louder but what a stomache ache afterwards. He keeps randomly walking into the water and pulling out fish, it takes me half the day to realize they are all dead and he isnt magick at all. Lake Simcoe is dying. I wanted to swim but dead yellow and purple animals are all along the shore. And the crows arent eating them. Im staring at it all for too long.
I didnt hear it, deep asleep, but somebody breaks the back bus window. Lets drink! says a voice in the back. She is loud and pretends not to notice the other passengers are sleeping. She makes me loud too and soon we've got the whole bus talking to each other. Vodka. Soooo much of it. We laugh at our similarities, and the urge that is so very strong to grab the cops gun while they lazily go about anything. What fun there could be. You've got nothing to lose after that. Like the deportation game.
Hit the Gateway at 3am, I think of walking the tracks and waiting but theres something about having to step properly without bailing on my face that im too drunk to concentrate on and its too funny when i hop the fence and get stuck at the top. My pants are ripped all over again. These ones might have to retire I think theres more thread and floss than fabric.
Back to the Highway. Long walk up a too familiar hill. Sick to my stomach already with thoughts alone.
Sleep at a truckstop with free breakfast and not enough ketchup. Up at 5am and Im not the only one out there. Treeplant is the reason of the roadside-humantraffic season and why im north too. My feet were just going, I had forgotten there was a where. Im asleep under trees until July.
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