Room to domesticate along side of the rural highways,...that stretch beyond the outskirt of the deep Mid- Americas. Fallen tree branches and faded roadsigns assemble an unattractive collage to the lonesome traveler. Miles upon miles of dull agriculture and languid greenery. The Appalachians that cover the upper Eastern seaboard does provide leeway to flat light beer and tedious headaches.
Evening presented itself in a usual manner one late Summer Tuesday afternoon.
Now going back to 1996. A suburban household of upper middle class stature. Parents out of town for the week. Crimson breeding flames from the abandoned fireplace. An audio hallucination. A chemical adolescence. Teenage dreams and jelly beans. Oh honey bear,.. how you danced in my corner vision. The upstairs bedroom then was epic. Time for cynical lust and its hardships.
The Clinton administration feeding from the burning widescreen off the downstairs television. Wash down your fears and anxiety down with malted beverages you got your older siblings to purchase for you.
Now time for the virginity girl,.. who lies and manipulates. With an abusive childhood,..she's out just to fuck with you.
Wait now,..comfort is only a few short feelings away. Don't get lost before the miracle happens,..or just get older... The bourgeois living room furniture assortment has had your number from day one. Cheap talk and sordid calendar intervals. Time to resolve a temporary problem in the decade of abrupt snowfall,..upon a landscape so flat and long,..the natives still wonder what hit them. Through climatic cycles of crucial departures and arrivals. The farewell kiss of tranquility was either a sign from Jesus,..or an invitation from the uptown factory boys during rush hour,..to embrace a long lost hidden era. Urban dreams of toxic fornication upon a jeweled bed of cypress and indigo. Candles and incense,... the Autumn brown scarf you misplaced in the attic.
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