Suspended between heaven and earth, in a small po-dunk town, one flashing signal
and Ed the postman. Dirt donuts were a pass time we loved. Old Mill road was another. We crept along, headlights out, to dip into October with unsteady youth. Smoked our first joint together under a homeless man’s bridge, inhaling seasons of life. We lost our virginity in calm but small voices, looking for a balance point in fragrant winter breezes and blue steel mornings. Junctions lay behind vanilla dreams and we knew it was just a matter of time before we broke free and moved a million miles from nowhere. A secret passage just east of dancing tail lights where people pay a penny for your thoughts and nod robotically behind lifeless eyes, as if they walked a mile in your shoes down Old Mill road.
10/3/08
In the weeeeeee hours of morning
...I suck!!!...lol

Hardly!!











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