when I feel truly alone, sort of like this moment, I travel to new york, where there is such density of humans that it doesnt take long to get sucked into a scene of some sort .... to sustain through transcendence or other new and unresolved expanses of potential destiny, compressed as it is by technophobia.... and from sleeping with simple hard wear next to the bed and really wild electricity that would make Tesla cringe, and guitars sing, and able to channel Jack Kerouac dancing drunkenly to Marlons Bongos and James Deans accelerator while sculpting the beat zone.. In some dimension, yes, that really happened, and no selfies or vids, just a few stoned wine aficionados telling their dreams down the beach someday behind mexicali schwag and the coming new age......
Posted on: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 07:13:01 +0000
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