December 2011
13 posts
Vanagon
Purple Sky. Smoke on the marsh land. Abstract thought keeps slippin’ away. I’m beatin’ back bland, doin’ all that I can, to keep run-of-the-mill at bay. Tropical heat. Coconut drink. A little two piece and my wandering eye. I fly a v-dub Vanagon off a ku klux klan-o-mon, now it’s a benetton van of the times.
“At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break...”
– Chuck Palahniuk