the lights and electricity.
it's all we need.
juice for the glow.
tin pans and swillers.
steampunk is tomorrow.
this is a rio blanco crowd.
the room was full of echoes and noises. everyone swayed and time was forgotten. the northbound 75, the black, and the made in the texas shade. delicious once again. our reality, separate from other realities, was realized. it was not easy. the forces of our personalities and nature, as Steinbeck wrote, warps this reality. and it is fine.
no need to apologize.
these are known things.
each note matters.
every single one.
the good, the bad.
the ugly, the great.