Here and Thier
Life is roads.
Smooth roads that go east and west and up and south.
Rough roads that go east and west and north and south.
You take a smooth road where lots of people go and there you are. And there you've got a steakhouse and a movie theatre and a dog and someone's cat that the kids adopted and named "Cherri" and then the car broke down in the HOV lane and man that rootbeer float got digested way too quick.
You take a rough road to the house where the sand is in between the floorcracks and then your son drinks the rest of your Coors Light and you both have a laugh after he gets thrashed and there was a fire out by where the cows drink all the time. That was a fun night, but we got a flat tire in the old Ford.
Then you say "Forget this!" and take a not-road right off the interstate through someone's field, but there's not really a fence, and you live with ten other people and you think one of them is a cop or at least he used to be or he knew one to get all that gear and that night when the whole house invited everyone from everywhere they used to work, even the bosses that fired them, but would still get high with them, and there was loud music and they played lots of Depeche Mode and you talked to a girl who was actually asleep and then you sampled your song "Blink Blank" the one with the heart beat bass and the starlight high hat. That's a clean trip!
Okay, or you could take the road which used to be a mall and now its a road and not much happens but you learned a lot about cell transport. And that can be related to the movement of goods and services from country to country to household to persons and back again, but you only briefly think on this as you drive that ex-mall road and then oh, man! you need to buy milk or, do you?
And then the question hangs: what do you drive? OR do you drive. Walking don't need no roads.
Smooth roads that go east and west and up and south.
Rough roads that go east and west and north and south.
You take a smooth road where lots of people go and there you are. And there you've got a steakhouse and a movie theatre and a dog and someone's cat that the kids adopted and named "Cherri" and then the car broke down in the HOV lane and man that rootbeer float got digested way too quick.
You take a rough road to the house where the sand is in between the floorcracks and then your son drinks the rest of your Coors Light and you both have a laugh after he gets thrashed and there was a fire out by where the cows drink all the time. That was a fun night, but we got a flat tire in the old Ford.
Then you say "Forget this!" and take a not-road right off the interstate through someone's field, but there's not really a fence, and you live with ten other people and you think one of them is a cop or at least he used to be or he knew one to get all that gear and that night when the whole house invited everyone from everywhere they used to work, even the bosses that fired them, but would still get high with them, and there was loud music and they played lots of Depeche Mode and you talked to a girl who was actually asleep and then you sampled your song "Blink Blank" the one with the heart beat bass and the starlight high hat. That's a clean trip!
Okay, or you could take the road which used to be a mall and now its a road and not much happens but you learned a lot about cell transport. And that can be related to the movement of goods and services from country to country to household to persons and back again, but you only briefly think on this as you drive that ex-mall road and then oh, man! you need to buy milk or, do you?
And then the question hangs: what do you drive? OR do you drive. Walking don't need no roads.
posted by Captain Blah at 11:19 AM
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