I'm sitting In my car waiting for the Algiers Ferry. When it comes it will sweep me into the Mississippi, where I belong. There is a beautiful sunset reflecting off the skyscrapers in the city, I just want to be home. NOISE We are moving... My haven is here, take me away King of Blue Absolutness. I thought it would be different than this. The motion brings sickness. Are we there? It took so little time to bring me to this death. Wait for me Posidon, for I am coming to you. I am coming home.
Reason for writing:
I really was on the ferry writing this...
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