do they even have deep country roads anymore?

so once, when it was down (the solid part of having been here), i took into my mind (lingering), the soothing nature of lists and momentum made from or because of words spilled to page. a safety in executed thoughts, sprayed out there and closing in on something a certain something a certain anything at all so i tell myself the myth was the moon and what happens and happens and for the most part i believe it like railroad crossings and memories from early childhood stacks piled high with emotions that i can use at any point or call on to come through in me or from me and leave laying, beaten on the side of a deep country road for strangers and children to poke sticks at.

2004-07-07 | 2:19 p.m.
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