Driving cross country taking pictures to commemorate the century. Chased by flashing lights, speeding through the night. I guess I could be a model citizen if I wanted to, but where's the fun in that? It's fun to rock the melancholy boat every now & again. Shooting the breeze: patiently waiting for the fuzz to freeze. Never mind the late night parties & subsequent hangovers. Put to rest the need to penetrate the beast. How many times must we falter before we break down in laughter!? Remember when we almost got arrested? You just had to open your mouth. Remember the time when we'd get lost on purpose just to stay out an extra hour? Go figure, it would take my baby face & your brains to get us out of sticky situations. Driving cross country burning the midnight oil. Taking pictures to commemorate the memory.
Poet: Skyy Allen
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