Wind tearing at my helmet, I let it pull my head back and up, as if hands were cradling me, and stare at the star rich sky sliding above my mother's head as we thrum up the highway North. I know I'm likely cold, blood slowing and a chill setting in, but I can no longer feel it, I've been sitting perfectly still for too many hours. My body has ( Read more... )

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Quick version: Vancouver->Seattle bus hit by semi. Result: a five hour border wait and a nasty knock to the head. Missed NZ David, was rescued By Adam. Okay now. At the Merc with Joseph, who is a darling.

Now to get back to dancing until I drop from smoke inhalation. My lips have already begun to tingle.

Sidewalk Psychiatry graffiti.

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