"My court appointed looked like Heather Locklear..."
Good morning, I've found free internet here at a NM rest stop outside of Santa Fe. I missed the word on the rattlesnake museum in Albeq., savin it for next time! I hung out at this real decent rest stop last night, and met Carl, a 28 yr old, drugged out of his mind gypsi with two dogs. He confesed all his gambling demons to me, and we bonded over the like of that Unrwittin song, which he brought up. He's the one with the Locklearean attorny.
I went on a twenty mile detour last night lookin for campin, and was unsucesfull, but in the best possible way. I drove through all these hills and little canyons while the sun was setting and listeing to Belle and Sebastian, it was fantastic.
I can sum up my Albuqurque experience in a short list:
1) Their libraires us $3 smart cards for the internet. Bogus.
2) It is the city of many murals.
3) Knockouts Gentelman's Club: "Try out descreat rear entrance" (a sign that was on the door)
I was on windy back roads all day today, sliding through hills and tiny towns, I'll never be able to drive the interstate comfortably again.
I drove through Pecacho, NM today. It was the weirdest thing, all the inhabitants of this small town used a language that was comprised of different pronounciations of the word "Pecacho." That was a low blow, I didn't even stop there.
The rest stop from Horror Movie B (in North West Texas):
The moon is high
and I need a kiss like the light of a wick
a smack in the face
to clear me from this vast texan waste
Illuminated to a glow
miles and miles of sparce trees and baige grass
levyed pleasures and highschool dreams
The puller of tides is my guide
as I take my leave at the rest stop from horror movie B
If I awake with a heartbeat
then that kiss will be for joy
but if they come...
before they bust down the doors
I'll need that kiss to say goodbye
I went on a twenty mile detour last night lookin for campin, and was unsucesfull, but in the best possible way. I drove through all these hills and little canyons while the sun was setting and listeing to Belle and Sebastian, it was fantastic.
I can sum up my Albuqurque experience in a short list:
1) Their libraires us $3 smart cards for the internet. Bogus.
2) It is the city of many murals.
3) Knockouts Gentelman's Club: "Try out descreat rear entrance" (a sign that was on the door)
I was on windy back roads all day today, sliding through hills and tiny towns, I'll never be able to drive the interstate comfortably again.
I drove through Pecacho, NM today. It was the weirdest thing, all the inhabitants of this small town used a language that was comprised of different pronounciations of the word "Pecacho." That was a low blow, I didn't even stop there.
The rest stop from Horror Movie B (in North West Texas):
The moon is high
and I need a kiss like the light of a wick
a smack in the face
to clear me from this vast texan waste
Illuminated to a glow
miles and miles of sparce trees and baige grass
levyed pleasures and highschool dreams
The puller of tides is my guide
as I take my leave at the rest stop from horror movie B
If I awake with a heartbeat
then that kiss will be for joy
but if they come...
before they bust down the doors
I'll need that kiss to say goodbye