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Jan. 4th, 2003 11:51 pmI have discovered 3am and midnight driving. Driving without purpose, sometimes just driving home, up the wide empty highway. Best when it is 3am and I have no reason other than the desire to sweep the curves and listen to the machine purr under the music. Makes me want to learn to drive race cars.
Cause you don't know til you're alone on the road, screaming along with PJ Harvery, "...he's running..." and you slide through the long arc near Oak Knoll and Duval on the way north, the place where the highway seems to angle up like a slope into the sky.
I went out to Metro, to play a couple rounds of shanghai with Rachel, James, Terra and Matt. (So Austin, the daughter of art professors named Terra) Instead of heading out for fried pickles, I went back to Rachel's flat, and we drank strawberry vodka with orange pineapple juice. She gave me a cross made of horse shoe nails, wrapped in blue silk threads, and it swings against my chest when I walk. We talked of Lord of the Rings, of men and fighting the good fight, of belief and regret and a thousand things so pivotal to our characters. I have to think I am doing some small good by encouraging her development of these inner voices, of convictions and lives not our own.
Cause you don't know til you're alone on the road, screaming along with PJ Harvery, "...he's running..." and you slide through the long arc near Oak Knoll and Duval on the way north, the place where the highway seems to angle up like a slope into the sky.
I went out to Metro, to play a couple rounds of shanghai with Rachel, James, Terra and Matt. (So Austin, the daughter of art professors named Terra) Instead of heading out for fried pickles, I went back to Rachel's flat, and we drank strawberry vodka with orange pineapple juice. She gave me a cross made of horse shoe nails, wrapped in blue silk threads, and it swings against my chest when I walk. We talked of Lord of the Rings, of men and fighting the good fight, of belief and regret and a thousand things so pivotal to our characters. I have to think I am doing some small good by encouraging her development of these inner voices, of convictions and lives not our own.