strange places, along with the strange faces. must keep following the paces.

which one do you think is best? I can’t decide, I love them both.

Places that are far, places that are not driven to with a car, places may be stranged, places I desire to go can always be within range.

"
And now I cannot remember how I would

have had it. It is not a conduit (confluence?) but a place.

The place, of movement and an order.

The place of old order.

But the tail end of the movement is new.

Driving us to say what we are thinking.

It is so much like a beach after all, where you stand

and think of going no further.

And it is good when you get to no further.

It is like a reason that picks you up and

places you where you always wanted to be.

This far, it is fair to be crossing, to have crossed.

Then there is no promise in the other.

Here it is. Steel and air, a mottled presence,

small panacea

and lucky for us.

And then it got very cool.
"

John Ashbery

my toes are toasty.my hands smell of bleach.the sun has set and my headache rises.sitting still in places, everything seems out of reach.starting to get ill. so come on spill.milk is the world that comes to mind. you probably thing I’m crazy.but who cares if your a spy.I heard the people talking but not quite what they say.I look around slowly hoping the monsters stay away.

Lets the wind flow through your hair, embrace the nature that comforts your bare.

This song will carry you away.