the tedium of another day wears upon me, constant and perpetual thoughtflow eroding the very bedrock my sanity is built upon, shaky at best, not the kind of thing you wanna build a life on

“Taking The Ride”

the days slip by, Kerouac days, on the road again watching the great land of America roll by from a Greyhound bus window, the rocky southwest gradually giving way to the green grass of east Texas and beyond as i transition from one coast to the other, making stop after stop in ever little town … Continue reading “Taking The Ride”