It's like a river. A river in all directions. It's like it's flowing over a desert with nothing in it but salt, rocks and tight hungry lizards. Lizards who'll change sex just depending on how hot it is outside. And the river swirls and churns around. Like there's something in the way, only no one can see it. You stand right there looking down into the running trickle wondering what's got it all tied up like that. It should be as smooth as a runnel of tap water spitting out of the spigot down the driveway. It should evaporate into the empty parched desert air. But there it is. Swirling churning sucking the dry into the wet instead of giving up the wet into the dry. Hold on little river. Hold on. Churn. Churn. Churn.
Posted by jlp716 at December 2, 2004 10:55 PM