'Real Thunder' | Mind-Kontrol Neutra Audio-Tekniqua | Haiku | Immersive Media | скачать в хорошем качестве

'Real Thunder' | Mind-Kontrol Neutra Audio-Tekniqua | Haiku | Immersive Media |

Reno 2013 It is all in the handwritten hardwires and plaque that remains now Vettie's without a shred of remorse nor recall Picking at the quicks of their fingers upright to the sun like spiders weave-up insects that hang from its web Peanut-butter French Vanilla Villains What is a warrior without melancholy? Here I am in this little restaurant with a half dozen people eating No one is saying a word It is unsettling to eat in groups like this without conversation "Who are we eating..?" Would be the joke I would slay this silence with If their were any humor left in us Lonely's wife sits across the room at her own table with a friend and Her bodyguard, who is def on detail Probably not her fiercest security personnel though from the looks Probably smart of her The dangerous ones probably have a sense of humor That could only give a guy like me the leg up "Only one?" I think to myself. "For a blonde like that?" She flashes a mischievous stare my direction Romantic Choking on self-pity which comes with having nothing left to ruminate on but combat statistics Is that even sexy anymore for a guy at my age? "Have you ever buried the hatchet before?" I ask her It is an inspiring experience It comes from rootwork in America You will be chopping at an unearthed root The root a few inches below the groundline Lose your grip on the handle in the mud And the hatchet disappears, swallowed into the wet earth without a trace An instant ago you were ratcheting away at this root Now you're just alone in the woods Disoriented and disorganized The term 'Bury the Hatchet' refers to call a peace-treaty or similar terms because of that tenderness Suddenly both parties are discombobulated and alone Is that what they call a Social Life? "Did you know that sassafras was America's first export?" I'm trying to enjoy this lunch as much as someone who slept only 4 hours out of the last 73 possibly can Meeting gazes, she and I both know this isn't the best establishment around to get pizza But the Mexican food is spot on Top quality rice is always the best contribution to that I move along the edge of the room Careful never to refuse her an audience for anything Looking through to the kitchen staff, they smile at me knowingly They see I am feeling the luxury of this rice I intentionally look away to the corner of a table, still facing her Just for an instant, to see if she would notice She does, her eyes meet mine intensely as they lift Just checking the temperature out here, Cowgirl, I smile knowingly Don't want to be doing too much for the vibe Big City et all I wisp a small compulsive gasp to myself as I am reassured with a sip that the same quality rice goes into the Horchata beverage at this restaurant That would be some NY type of sh-- To have two quality rice's One for the beverages and one for the plate This restaurant probably just effectively tipped me $.40 for eating here by using that amazing quality rice in the Horchata I have got to get back on the road before I get any drowsier This is only my first stop in NV I'll be getting flybys like this from The Outfit well until tomorrow And right then I get heart palpitations Considering how embarrassing it would be to faint here and now I handle them pretty well, without a drop of sweat of stress But Lonely's wife and her guard sense the palpitations and Expect to smell the stress on me Now they are all looking at me, perplexed "Where are you at?" They look over at me. "Are you angling your own dining party?" "I'm just not that into you." I reply, shaking my head about my over-observation attempt a moment earlier "What am I going to Hand of G-d our own dining party, now?" She looks at my party like she knows something I don't Everybody does, better to know what you do not know Than waste time feeling prepared That is the way it always was You didn't learn to read until 23 years ago, I tell myself Take it easy on yourself now, boy The Devil is in The Details It feels a bit like Santa is off delivering toys and we are all Elves with a 36 Hour vacation without the neon lights bleeding down during the daylight And if you look with the right set of eyes you can almost see where the mindwave, timewave rolled back The Arabs get us American girls were not slutty enough They must hate our freedom Cry out into the incessant icy murmur of space There was a time where there was no country The ocean was a highway The stars, the only map you need "You just need a little money" McKenna had said in one of their lectures And so yet we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past 600 pounds of sin Don't murder me "Sorry, I fell asleep standing up" I wave my goodbyes Jettison back over to my table, done socializing Back on my Buck-Sixty BS Listening to Footwork in my mind to get focused And that green light across the water? That green light I see from standing on the boat dock at night through the mist? That is Africa The land you are standing on is Sicily