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June 4th, 2010

Reestablishing Monitoring

May 30, 2010

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I sent a note out into the world and this note was shortly there after answered. I returned this answer and thus started an eight hour conversation in which I never heard a word. This silent conversation was interrupted by a task that was not mine but one in which I was able to invite myself along on to witness.

We met at a McDonald’s parking lot, 4:56am. I was accepted into the purple chariot and into the night we raced towards the heart of this city. A train sung us its song and blocked our passage, a new route was found and our wait started. The man boy then arrived all broken, his parts, his mind, visibly troubled and cracked. We walked to the jail house steps, stopped and I stepped back and took my seat.

I watched the bracelet of non-love get clamped down as her arms of ink did their pretty magic.

McDonald’s, 5:54am, I give her a kiss on the cheek in thanks and enter my own black chariot again.

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This is the land of my blood, this is how Texas loves me.