|Child for the Revolution.|
Witnessed a murder.
It wasn't as exciting as I expected. Shadowy sillhouettes speeding in front of my car. Large carrion carnivores unable to decide which half of this roadkill tastes better. Maybe it's just greener on the other side. Maybe green just isn't my color.
Fought a giant.
It's amazing what you see in the desert. Mounted on my trusty geo storm, my dispassionate, glazed stare ready in my lancing arm. I wanted to charge, but I'd probably just hurt my car. I wanted to drive off into the sunset, the sunset these giants seemed so happy to laugh at, to not worry about this ongoing joke I just can't seem to get and be free, but everything catches up to you. I wanted to die, but it'll probably get better.
Found a graveyard.
It's amazing what you see in the desert. I used to hold ill feelings toward my father. I used to imagine he was this huge, dark, angry beast with sharp, stinging fangs until one day, something he did showed weakness. Something he said showed that he wasn't living in my head, he was just trying to make do with his own. He was just a person. Fucked like me. When I was walking through the desert, I came across this same monster in the graveyard. Mirrored fangs and rubber hands, melted and bleached in the sun, skin like rust. This monster excited me until I remembered what it represented. It was an unmoving monument to finally having that new truck. A forgotten monument to finally having that used truck. A steady monument to still having a car at all. What brought these here, these behemoths of the sand and rock. Why is everything just forgotten.
I Suppose Today Was A good Day.