Destino

I was going to try and spin a little song and dance piece about how the loveliness and whimsical spirit of someone is released and brought to life in the beauteous nature of their love of life and art and being in love with love and in love with happiness or just the ideas of said natures and wanting the break free moments of ect, ect, blah, blah, yada, yada, yada, ksajdfn;laskjfh lksf ;lksfja ;lksjadf lkjdsflaj. . .

(Purses lips like a fucking horse.)

But fuck that idea. Dali' does not need my literary drivel for a lead-in.

A True Story

        "I wanna be there with you right now."
        " . . .You are. Wherever I go." 
                                                 --A conversation from long ago.


It was still nearly dark out when he stepped out of the building. Newly freed he was, from the worst place on not just the face of the earth, but anything beneath the crust as well. Right down to the core where burning hot magma and lava and fire and energy surged and stirred.

He finished what was left of his bottle of water, smoked half a cigarette in the parking lot and hoped inside Tron. He drove his noble "program" with all four windows down, taking his hair band out letting his very lengthy strands wave about in the 60 mile an hour wind.

The Zombie--Days And Nights

". . .And I think I'll go for a swim, Since I've already drowned…

And forget breath And Love Pain And, and…

Wrap yourself, warm, warm In the horrible agony Of drowning."
                                                                                                               --Verity Mae


Making the right turn he always made coming out of work to spin around and head home, he spotted the sight he spotted with eagle vision he didn't always get the chance to engage. It was in the road, just lying there, and he saw how recent it looked, gauging maybe an hour and a half old tops.

More Of The Same

"But like anything we try not to think of, as humans, we are very good at doing just the opposite. . ."
                                                                                                                                                                                         --John Bierly

From the driver's seat through the large windshield he could see the sky's weight falling upon itself, the clouds grew dark, darker than they were just minutes before on the road, driving fast, slicing through puddles and putting his A.D.S.C.S. (Automatic-Driver-Stability-Control System) to good use.

But as fast as he drove, he couldn't outrun the rain. Nor did he want to, he loved the rain. Few things in his life gave him the comfort, the warm-blanket feelings of a rainstorm.