Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

those red bulls went down real smooth= she was going to drive home tonight- her elder kept spinning and dropping- and was doing that thing people do when they are about to check out- talking about all the places her and her husband went together-gathering fuzz in the winds-she did not want to roll up with a dead body- how would she explain that she had been sick the whole way? forget it- it was red bull or else- she had had enough- the whole camping trip was filled with oppurtunities to become a better person- and well- that is all there was- and being a better person is not a goal- better than what?

rolling into the driveway she screams- 'dont talk to me - i am crazy i have had too much red bull'

and it was true-
now the tickel of the medcine mans taste sweep thru here- want to touch you- now= smoking endless cigs -your energy running thru me-i know you somehow-red bull is like being on crack--- the time rolls accross the states- thinking of things like horses and a time gone by- random- a fly comes in and buzzes around the red bull sugarless can- in the sunlight by the back door- cowboy indians in my eyes- roping my horses and trying to saddle break em- those funny cowboy indians have such a flare for the wild-the red bull pulls and tears on my body and my mind begins to melt- i fly in a circle like an eagle when i finally get in the bed and pass out at home =in oregon - away from the road and all that that implies-

Good capture.