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By In Vino Date: 2004 Apr 26 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.26.10.35.928]] |
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all the signs are there paseo del norte after midnight seventy-five miles an hour coming out of the west headed vaguely east by southeast on the road of the north beautiful lost desert city lit up like a million burning sparklers stoned temple pilot's seven caged tigers beginning to bend the bloody bars and under too many stars i'm thinking of nothing but me and you my blue- collar girl who calls late from the bowling alley just to say--- who smiles then announces nonchalantly over smoked sirloin and colorado bulldogs that she likes to play something in the way your hair falls over your greenest eyes when you look down on me voice suddenly low and the deadly slow burn that finally exploded after two weeks of good manners and niceties (zero to sixty) holy fuck! (in seconds) what cosmic luck what amazing fate white phosphorescent kisses hard and long nearly too late then fade to black no turning back (just in time) the road's gone off the map but we can read the signs |