robinbloke | Aug. 13th, 2003

Distance, it's never there. It's a signpost on the last turning. Crossroads, three pubs and a bellview toaster. Popup, burnt and buttered. Jam side down. Jam on the tunes. Tune out the music. Muse for the moment. Momentary thought. Fleeting away, down the hill, out of the way, off the road, offroad, 4x4, 4x6, 2x4, around the head. Head off, head to the sistance, over the horizon, to the land of nowhere. Nowhere special, special moment, moment of confusion, pause to break, break and stop, stop go, go stop, stop it all, tell the story turn the key key it on on and on and on over and over, who is the answer what is the question, where is the last page; close the book; book the end, take the flight. Fly away. Over the finish line, finished and done. Transition. Transmission. Communication. Convience, conveyance, moments shared, what does it mean, mean and green, lean and mean, terms and words. Melting away, melting to nothing. Fading images. Now, that was all there was. And there it is again. A moments thought that never exists until it's all gone. Gone now. Now now, hows about that that there where tear, tear it all down, down and around. Up and away, in the sky. Like those magnificent men.
One slice or two?