I forgot how completely amazing this day was. It could have ended with my one-dollar-stars-and-stripes-fairy-lights-buy at some yard sale in middle of NOwhere. Would have driven on happy and full with local juggalo story and legend too. But we hit this roadblock = love.
Yes dogs parade your owners.
Where?
Is it Tri-State area?
I know I saw the mississipi.
I know that.
Aww.
Lot to be said for instinct. Mutual instinct. Is there a name on that? When eyes catch and sparks fly up and you just do without thinking of the doing or the consequence of the doing. Quick turnover. A bolt. Like you can vanish context and invent relevence. That moment magic. I wish we hadn't have given ourselves so l o n g to think about the hooks and the signatures for the casual judgements coz once they're done they're not ours. And that time before, that's the precious time and i guess you just don't know it...and maybe that's what's good to be said about instinct is that you don't know it.
The physical tags are the drags.
Yeah! All things are poked, ripped, ruffled and scattered online. Yeah on this line.
A poem with a face that i can like. Up here because this is my today. Because i feel need. No questions.
Last Night I Drove a Car
Last night I drove a car
not knowing how to drive
not owning a car
I drove and knocked down
people I loved
...went 120 through one town.
I stopped at Hedgeville
and slept in the back seat
...excited about my new life.
GREGORY CORSO
