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Subject: the road


Author:
Zluhs The Slut
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Date Posted: 23:27:07 01/21/01 Sun

the coach feels like a train, feels like a womb must feel, gently rocking soft hum dark moving thru space. time gets warped there while awake it slows to snailpace, when you finally crawl in finally tired enough to let go of the day time vanishes. you wake when you stop. you hear the generator but not the motor and its still. no light to let you know if its a fuel stop or you're there. make your way to the front and look thru the curtains watch the curious try to peer in and then you feel it all, what was womb in movement is zoo at standstill. once a group of fans with mob mentality decided to rock a bus, must of thought, 'we'll get them outta there..' they pushed and pushed at it like ants trying to drag a mouse down the hole. what takes over in the fanatic's brain, what causes the stampedes and hair pulling all the craziness. are people so starved so out of touch with their own creative cores that someone else's spark/drive/talent turns them to hyenas, circling, screaming for blood, for love. begging for the god they made themselves to make them whole. and it doesnt happen never happens because theyre the only ones that can make themselves whole but that awareness never comes and the ache is never salved, and the thirst wont be quenched and they move from place to place from band to band, emptying everything around them, turning over every stone except the one inside them.

First Response: Yada, Yada, Yada, (Hey, what's the noise coming out of that hole on your face?)


Bukowski,
Great essay!. Definatly an interesting viewpoint,superb eloquence, left me wanting more. (which might be a good thing) I'd give it an "A", perhaps even an "A+" Yes, i guess you ARE a writer...

Second Response: Great essay...NOT! All hot air coming out of this windy bastard...I will have to give him a 65 because the noise coming out of his mouth doesn't have a good beat that I can dance too. I give myself an "A+" because not only am I a writer...I'm witty and funny too!

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