on_e crOwl and so i was driving through the painted woods, the needle on my gas guage dipping below E and i was lost. finally there was a lonely auto repair shoppe. i pulled in, dust flying. the wheelbarrow in the back almost fell off. i wondered what i looked like? eyes glassy from a slamming head cold, talking a mile a minute from 4 excedrins. i always think everyone is part of the drama my life tends to be. there was a man with black-rimmed glasses wiping his hands on a red oil-stained rag talking to a lady. they both looked at me like, "what the fuck?" "can i buy five dollars of gas?" "sorry, i don't have any." "where's the nearest gas station?" "quarter mile." what did he say to her when i left? but i was still lost. the girl at the bp had huge eyes and puffy hair on top and she listened to me, never looking away, and her eyes seemed to widen more as i went on and on about my frustrating adventure as if she was my sister. as if helping me was what she was supposed to do, just like i had no control over how i got lost. but her directions were wrong. i turned left, right, left just like she said. at least my tank was full. i had to flash my lights at a truck pulling a trailer in a lonely intersection. there was a man driving and in the seat next to him a man who looked just like him. in the back another clone. "do you know where 66 is?" "follow me, that's where i'm going." there is a god. 041028 ... flowerock rollin'_on_e I guess I just don;t have anything useful_or_mature to say today. 140707 what's it to you? who go blather from