Rapid updates from this outpost on a snowy night covered in last evening's white dressing which provided great fun to us bourbon drinking drivers out for a spin. Tomorrow promises another blanket that will attempt to shut down roads and bring the traffic of north eastern life to a halt. It is spectacular with the reality that nothing can be planned we are left in the reality that our creature comforts of power and water may disappear for the night and perhaps the following days.
Maybe it is the bourbon that speaks instead of me but instead of whining about it I will let the words be written no matter whose at fault. Is it fault or just another melody whose off pitch tune sings a song no one wants to hear. Bourban will do that and leave you in the dust to think about your mistakes. The car is stolen and your wallet is empty. What next? Just wait and see.....
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Like a freak power ticket, a moment in waiting comes to life at the disgust of the public. Maybe the american dream is gone but even if this is so I will pretend to live it regardless of the consequences. Let them lock up the believers and shrink the dicks of the young men with just enough potential. I will struggle through and you should join. The benefits for a moment like this are not worth struggles beyond ones grasp but if we think about it for a moment, the struggle we believe to be unbeatable is nothing but a simple bump in the road.
If we cry than no fault can be given. Tears solve old wounds and their salt makes them sing just before closing and becoming new skin.
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Take it and feel it because we are not beyond it. You can laugh. I will too. They will still wait in hidden kitchen coves or breakfast nooks to hear of the news from our latest travels. They will wait and we will sing for them. Fuck it if we live without rhythm. We are just mimicking the story of a forgotten life like all of the rest. Me and the rest of the wanderers who frequent back ally bars waiting for whatever happens to happen.
Infinity is what i am here for. Join me. Wont you?
I'll be in Maine preparing for a swim in waters with broken ice. Call the phone and I might answer your noise.
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