in this (my) neighborhood pt. 149

there’s a desolation and a strange hope, all at once, in the vast spaces of the west…

there’s something to be said of empty spaces… 

day after day…

you fill in the story…

What I’m Listening To:

I am nowhere tonight
On the interstate west
Where the sodium lights
Meet the vanishing stars
A whole country out there
Branded with signs
Cut through with roads
And some of them are mine

— The Wingdale Community Singers / “I’m In The Mood (To Drive)”

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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