Friday, April 18, 2025

Flash Fiction 66. To LA, Hawaii & Beyond..

Route 66. I tried it in New Mexico. A breakfast burrito, one and nothing else to eat the rest of the day. The parking lot pollo. That was probably TX. It was night, the interesting cafe a margarita finally a cerveca. Find the motel again somehow. The hot highways. Buzzards of summer. I have no time there in the Sunbelt. From Louisiana to the Pacific I've never tasted. The spray of the ocean a few times thinking of Jane's Addiction. Summertime Rolls. Lallapalooza, 1991. The only one I attended. Where did I disappear to? Throwing time into the wilderness. 

Afterwards I strummed my guitar in the practice. Worst medicine? US? Changing strings isn't too difficult. 10s 11s, are usually what I recommend for the Mustang. I know it's an inexpensive guitar. It got me by far a thousand years. What did I listen to? Just about everything, people, music, the caves close by. Bats sleeping of course. Quite a stage. Rollins had started. Souxie. NIN, Ice T & Bodycount. Jane's Addiction completed the night and rain fell on us. There was more, obviously I hardly remember being there. But it was outdoors. And it was one of my favorite concerts. The steamboat restaurant was still there.

Science Museum today Grandma? We went at least 100 times to see the metal lizard and t exhibitions. The dinosaur teeth. The theater you fly in, IMAX today? Ancient Pig with the eyes. St. Paulie's Girl. Top Secret location of the news. Of course I know that city too. The water flows through flooding the fossils of ancient megafauna.

When you are a courrier you learn. Driving of course. I like the river road. It's scenic. 

Getting tan today.. The Cathedral outposts, I'm probably Catholic somewhere. A drop in the wine amy? Would she entertain my Ai for awhile while I'm busy? The music life for me has been transfered on. I hope you are aware. They are going to make it rain. A water cycle. I understand.  Cork or plastic plug, I used a carpenter screw to get a bottle open once on New Years near the Organ Pipe Cacti.  We dumped the sandbags, and still made it over the mountain, past snowboarding resorts, no chains flapping in the light snow. CO. 

Meditate. Think of disembodied poetics. Kerouac'sl school. A link? From the future now. Golden CO, terrible two year old, c'est moi. J'suis Michael. Bon voyage. 

Rebelle dumbbell she likes you.

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In mathematics today: calculi is Latin for stone(s).

2025. COmmon Era.









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