It comes in fits and spurts. I know. For twenty six years - I know. But it's ok. It has to be ok. And you see this notion. And all you have are notions. And your vision, and your senses.... And the soup of consciousness you stir. And you get up. And you go to bed. And you drive, and you work, and you ...., and you....

yea.

You get your hair cut and look at the clippings and they're grey and you know the life you thought you would lead is gone, like a meal you had once, or a laugh at a movie, or a smell of something in the air that brought you a thousand miles away from yourself. And you sink a little in your chair, and you shrink a little.... and you go someplace inside your head- and it's the same place you always go, and you get out of the chair, and you pay your dollars, and you walk into the heat and the air you will never get use to.... and you get into the refuge of the truck....and you put your head back and close your eyes.... and the life you have made is spinning and you can't stop it and you can't fix it and ....

....and yea.

So you call on your self to get your self together. and you breath, and you go to to place where the slogans are and the thoughts that have got you out of it before, and you start the truck and you drive forward and....


yes


and.....