everyone might be all over, in places far more brimming with life, but caryn and i took a drive and we discovered a beautiful secret, somewhere down there, past 59, along 5 ( who knew such a thing even existed), and we smoked some cigarettes and listened to the songs that played in our periods of incubation, the time spent in wombs of our own creation, the times when we found friends and emotion and lost, lost so many times, to the gyrations of the world. and, yes, it was as run-on and melodramatic as that statement, but now there is calm. at least for me. eventually for her, i hope.
we found a beach in paris, ohio.
stood out on edge, inhaled each other's second hand smoke, and drove back to the trailer park.
wouldn't trade it.
second thought side note: the aristocrats, quite funny; palindrome, ridiculous.
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