tumbeelin tumbleweed
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6/3/2018 5:41:05 AM
that song is like a mantra
it's hard to say how many times i've been cruising on the edge of nowhere when it comes into my head, driving, rollicking, rolling down my bloodstream like a pulsing beam of energy - just when i thought i was at the end of the line, it saves me, or does it kill me by keeping me afloat when i'd be much safer drowning, surrendering to the tides of nature.
the interesting thing about being this far out in the desert is that i know as a fact no one can see me, even less can hear me, and it's been decades since anybody with a heart and soul felt me - you see, i'm a supple alien, i need no one to run my routes. hmm what song is that from, no one will ever know. you know what i llike to do, when i'm driving these dark arizona roads at night without another car on the road? i like to turn my headlights off and see how far i can drive in the dark without hitting those speedbump panels they put on the side of the roads so tractor trailer drivers don't go off after they fall asleep. i've noticed it becomes an instinctual thing, especially when i open my windows so i can hear the scenery go by. i think one night i drove 100 miles with my headlights off, sounds unbelievable, eh, well you don't know, you weren't there. and if you would've been there you'd have panicked and i never would've had my fun, ain't that right..
so i finally get home and as i'm pulling into my garage, i imagine that i am returning to this great indoor-outdoor mansion to my blonde bombshell lady who is waiting just inside the door with a piña colada in her hand for me, i say thanks baby and i'm thinking i feel strong, can probably stay up at least another twenty hours before mr. sandman pummels me to my slumber.
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