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fire on the road

it’s not every day that
i see the side of
the road on fire. flames
so high i could see
them 5 miles ahead. the
heat from them was noticeable
in the truck. a cop
sped by me to get
there. what did he think
his mars lights would do?

look left

on i-72, going east at
80 mph, look left then
look right. check the mirrors.
here’s what you can see.
way off are some trees,
over there is a little
town, and a lot of
farm fields. mostly what you
can see is the sky.
no shortage of open space.

dark dan ryan

slower in the rain, at
night, than morning during rush-hour.
taking the entrance at 65
in the rain and bouncing
around crazily, completely out of
control. next day, at 45,
horrified at the condition of
the road. darkness and the
hubris of zero-visibility making the
trip different and the same.

sometimes, my computer fills me with a sense of power. sometimes it scares the bejesus out of me. there is always so much potential. and i rarely take advantage of it. i’m afraid to start a project which i know will take a long time to complete. too much responsibility.

HST is gone and the world became that much more mundane. Most of what I know about ranting, I learned from him. His cadence, his finesse, his ability to allow a situation to get so out of hand so quickly…

RIP Hunter S. Thompson 18 July 1937 – 20 February 2005

:P

the form lends itself to
one thought, done well, as
sam put it. but more
than that, it is quick.
i can write a bunch
and feel like i have
actually written something. the style
lends itself to improved self-worth.
i feel better having written
rather than just sitting here.