do you bleed when you melt and do you melt
when youre stoned?
sleeptime is bright
we've just made a pact:
we're going to tequlia as soon as the mountains hit.
brianchild of the year.
only its a brand new year and everything is most different.
im even talking plain.
this entire trip each group at the back of the bus
talks of radical things.
every one of them have mentioned extraterrestrial life
also i heard of the pyschedelic trip
and how great the high was.
i listen only to their talk.
and got them, later, outside at the smoke.
this time of year i find a new kind of traveler.
not the summer vacationer
but the moving for a reason
and i've seen a lot.
(this greyhound trip around i met jeff, an explosives technician for the army but he studied the trade in germany, has been hitchhiking since newfoundland and found an army-buddy on the way who gave him cash for the greyhound.
he wouldnt give me a peace sign for the picture but he was exceptionally kind and made a fort around our stuff when i asked him to watch it for a bit. haha
"leo" simply because he was a hippie and beat me to the star sign question. he gave us jack daneils and we smoked two joints and sang marley. then he grabbed my hand and said "good. i only talk to people with fate lines". but i didnt believe him. i bet hed make friends with anyone. he gladly gave a peace sign for the picture.
kevin and john! older guys. were on the bus longer than we were. john especially seemed like an interesting conversation so we just walked up to them and asked if they wanted to smoke a joint with us. john was so happy. soo happy. oh my goodness what a gentle soul. kevin didnt blaze but he came with us anyway and laughed at us, a lot. good conversation.)
behind the windsheild i sit in the passengers seat and navigate.
click here to speak to me.