What's the relationship between

The steering wheel and animal skins?

Back in the frontier days we needed the

skins to keep the wheel warm while

passing through the mountains in Winter.

There are openings to join

everything.

Don't let anyone turn you away.

Ever.

If I'm alone and talking out loud,

I find it more comforting to be

talking to a dog than on a cell phone.

They are more encouraging in general,

therefore I am always going the right

way to the right place.

Always.

Its there,

it stinks.

We don't want it anymore,

we put it on the street in a

color coded container.

It goes away.

Fucking magic.

That point of no return.

As if no one can see you.

Powerful and sad.

A place that does not even exist.

Because they don't care.

Suddenly things start to move in different directions

and they aren't the directions that we are used to seeing.

Then we think something is wrong with them.

But its only a shape thing.

All this in a supermarket parking lot.

Like she had no bones,

had to piss real bad and

was flying on meth.

Like those air monsters

in front of the auto shops.

Animation.

Some of us display in a particular way,

whether self induced or as a result of the elements.

For one to get upset when we are studying you

is inconsistent with the energy spent

on the way you look.

Let us stare.

Thank you.