27 March 2006
The Sort of Thing Claypot Dreamstance Says When He's On a Road Trip and Sees One of Those Gas Food Lodging Signs
Living the road life: a simple stripped down version of existence marked by basic needs of fuel and grub and shelter, the sound of pavement hum humming under you, a trick of road perception making highway noise into music, soothing wandering minds. Your ultimate ending place does not matter. Boys and girls and men and women, we all crave the road life for the new consciousness where the glyphs of windshield insect splatters define a language based on movement, where the press of rolling wheels—the odometer a time piece clicking over the temporal miles—is haven for stationary exiles.
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GREAT line:
where the glyphs of windshield insect splatters define a language based on movement, where the press of rolling wheels—the odometer a time piece clicking over the temporal miles—is haven for stationary exiles.
Bug Guts Glyphs.
A Poetry Collection by Claypot Dreamstance.
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where the glyphs of windshield insect splatters define a language based on movement, where the press of rolling wheels—the odometer a time piece clicking over the temporal miles—is haven for stationary exiles.
Bug Guts Glyphs.
A Poetry Collection by Claypot Dreamstance.
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