strangly, i thought i was chewing on
broken glass.
hell, i didn't know a heart could hurt this bad.
the voice in the dinosaur was telling me
"dude, we gotta head towards Oklahoma, man.
the sun will be up soon."
so, we packed the bags into the backseat
and started driving south.
i realized, halfway between a word and a thought,
that the cheeseburger i had eaten back in
Ft. Hastle had been white on the inside... and man,
ain't no beef white.
i leaned my head against the window, listened to the
spaceman talk to all the fucked up children
of the world, and let the roads' vibrations
buzz me to sleep.
i woke up to the sun and flatness.
there was smoke in the car, and i smoked some of it.
next town: 54 miles.
right on, brother.
breakfast.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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