Sunday Drive

[diesel dyke]

11/11/12

how did I ever get so far from the road

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=

not far?

not far enough, no not nearly far enough

I still got the fever

my virtual world got a small foot print

I leave the lonesome travelling to jack

I just sit here and type

memory babe
what happened to a million miles of my life gone?
the mile after mile of sitting . . .

[zero_hero]

November in Baltimore
a purloined life
on rum and Poe
this silicon document
this electromagnetic thaumaturgical concuction of pixels and aschii
this
text box
post blog
mania
of mine . . .thoughts interrupted typing stops—editing
as if I am trying to read it for meaning as part of an infinite series of random text boxes, a journey of a thousand first steps

[one of those jerks]

finished the rum

[zero_hero]

2012 The year I decided to give it a rest

when they drenched Saint Leibowitz and the books with fuel oil he asked for a cup of it, they laughed and thought he mistook it for water so they gave him a cup he blessed it and said this is the chalice of my blood and he drank it before they hung him and set him on fire
Lucifer Has Fallen

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[zero_hero]

Lucifer has fallen
quantum chaos
just local stuff
but major major
surreal deal
a Sunday Drive
Sunday evening
fall back an hour
sometimes
Hocus Pocus