dear friend,
Im setting out to the west on a caravan of the most interesting people i've yet to meet.
there is the junkie, frankie, who beleives that all the world is spinning along violently like a skipping rechord player.
Also Suzanna, whos own beauty left her when she realized pictures would never be true.
The talkative Jerr, who somehow never loses his voice, even in the most treacherous times.
Melanie, sweet meloncholy Melonie, whos thoughts never reveal themself until the last word.
Winston, the hairy mongoloid that sweats honey, and stinks like a rose.
Otis, the old man whos hand seems always to be stiched to a bottle of ale.
and our dog Pete, whos butt waggs along with his tail.
yes my friend, were on the road! the victorious road that eternity built. Our fate is to stop when we've reached her. I do hope we see interesting things...
because, God, how anti-climatic it would be to have gone insane and have nothing interesting to say about it.
tonight our journey will start, and it will continue every night, for as long as it takes to reach the end.
Yours Truely,
Ben (the quiet one who sings lullibys when everyone needs a bit of shut-eye) |
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