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The syrupy darkness of the night ruffles my gelled hair. A touch of a button. The window slides up. Goodbye sticky darkness. Goodbye disordering darkness. It’s silent inside. Serene. A submarine ride for a swim. A space capsule for a free fall.

A hundred Kmph is smooth. Just about do-able. Soppy thoughts can get to you in no time. And before you know they will be making you feel gooey all over. In places you never thought were. A hundred Kmph is just the bare minimum. Huh. Can’t even read the speed limits. Couldn’t care less. I don’t think of you.

Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by,
The cigarette ash flies in your eyes, and you dont mind, you smile,
And say the world doesn’t fit with you.
I don’t believe you, you’re so serene.
Careening through the universe, your axis on a tilt, you’re guiltless and free…

For no reason I can think of I want to slow down. For once. It was one of those usual tiresome loathsome days at the office. Plastic politeness no longer makes me want to puke. The steps of the social ladder are slippery when wet. You better not puke. Or pee. Or cry. When you want to it’s best to excuse yourself to the washroom.

Where’s the soul.
I want to know, New York City’s evil.
The surface is everything, but I could never do that,
Someone would see through that.
And there’s this burning, like there’s always been,
I’ve never been so alone, and I’ve, I’ve never been so alive…

I slide down the windows. It’s breezy. Like a summer evening somewhere up this road. When people had a tough time keeping their hair off their face. Off their dark eyes. People. Just generally. When it felt so good to walk under leafless trees that left only patches of the evening sky to seep through. It felt quite nice. It felt just okay. I mean I am happy now. Very Very happy.

Careening through the universe, your axis on a tilt, you’re guiltless and free,
I hope you take a piece of me with you,
And there’s things Id like to do that you don’t believe in,
I would like to build something, but you’d never see it happen
And there’s this burning…

I stop the car and get out. And sit down on the grass on the roadside. Like I haven’t in a long time. Do people still have a hard time keeping their hair off their faces? And dark eyes? People? Generally?

Where are you? This moment? Are you happy too?