Thursday, May 26, 2011
Everywhere
When our imaginary purpose has reached its solemn conclusion, we will flee sprinting from our station - a one-off time that provides for the uniform rows of wealth and production - and make our escape! We will dance as we leave its storied neighborhoods and the old, sad, haunting faces that seek to obstruct our exit. We will continue for what we can't yet dream of - there's nothing more intoxicating than a new scent. As we scour the bars and motels and gas stations for our new queens, lost and found in the fire of our eyes and the warmth in our guts, we will surely realize that which was true from the start and even before that. We'll see that here, just as there, the girls dance in breathless sun dresses, lying under tree tops and dueling with endlessness, making love with their ideas under the passing of another time.
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