"it is five am and the sun has charred the other side of the world and come back to us"

[better_at_3am]

two-fisted life
in a land where food isn't food
i am only passing through
not living in
by living
and occasional short hours
in this slow seacow parade
are motivations
to find truer rest stops
the places where we acknowledge;
everyone has to stop and take a shit
sometimes

this is the joy
of acknowledged life
of living
of savoring two-fisted life
of owning vehicles that are as much places
of inhabiting places that are as much adventures

and ranges
and pixels
and the forgetting of all these names
means so much less

as progress is made