no damn ET types
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endless plains of sandwalking slowlyseeing the mountains distantnot many clouds
some ghost peoplearound, quietnot alone,not lonely
all about point of viewall about line of sight
the impositionof frozen cathedralsgothic in shape
spiders running before youabstract plains with planes intersecting the air mass above
old beer can rattling,Pabst blue ribbon - fuck that Heineken shit (Frank says)!
old rusty Fordfire and forgetbut starts this evening
starry and moon glued to my headsteering avoiding traps
vaguely following traces by ancient wheelspassed away
neverland of lostnessout here
graceland of Kingnessout there
I see themby their vessel
not supposed tobe like this
scared hellishthese ain’t no damn ET types
I guess my end is nearand all traces ending here
if you find my stuffcan you please post a note on FB?