Due at the End of Class on 4/22: It was four thirty somewhere and we’d been traveling. The first of the sign’s had the image of a grim reaper type figure holding a hand with five, yes five, aces with the shadow of a bouncer ready to break his neck. The caption that read with the image was “Don’t write a check that your ass can’t cash” and by that time I really had no idea why my ass would be cashing a check. Bewildered and baffled I began to make logic of the phrase only to end it with one answer; somebody somewhere at some point had been a prostitute whom picked up a customer one day, whom upon astonishment had give such a prostitute a check that wouldn’t be cashed, it'd bounce. Where was I and why was I here? Aroma of the air seemed to be damp and thick to display fear and anxiety. This is madness and all I can hear over the damn sub’s is about how someone has “99 problems but a bitch aint one” which lead me to think; I wonder if I to had 99 problems and whether or not a bitch is one. Realizing that I was just rambling on at myself I quickly jumped to the conclusion that a new song was to be played.
introduction due
Due at the End of Class on 4/23: Attempting to change the station, which did indeed end in failure, a sudden cloud of rememberance devoured the sky allowing me to tune in and make the connection. Like a kick to the chin the realization was made, we were never listening to the radio. Instead we'd been driving in silence without knowledge of the time nor the area around us due to disallusions of an unseen world.
post #1
Due at the End of Class on 4/24: One that, of course, we'd been staring into for the entire trip. The day was still beautiful, unbetrayed and innocent. Glory is when night fades and sky's blue and anxious with the feeling of day.That is how the day is thus far, not much you can do about it. Passengers of the trip had been frantic, nervous with glee as they embarked to find excitement.
Due at the End of Class on 4/22:
It was four thirty somewhere and we’d been traveling. The first of the sign’s had the image of a grim reaper type figure holding a hand with five, yes five, aces with the shadow of a bouncer ready to break his neck. The caption that read with the image was “Don’t write a check that your ass can’t cash” and by that time I really had no idea why my ass would be cashing a check. Bewildered and baffled I began to make logic of the phrase only to end it with one answer; somebody somewhere at some point had been a prostitute whom picked up a customer one day, whom upon astonishment had give such a prostitute a check that wouldn’t be cashed, it'd bounce. Where was I and why was I here? Aroma of the air seemed to be damp and thick to display fear and anxiety. This is madness and all I can hear over the damn sub’s is about how someone has “99 problems but a bitch aint one” which lead me to think; I wonder if I to had 99 problems and whether or not a bitch is one. Realizing that I was just rambling on at myself I quickly jumped to the conclusion that a new song was to be played.
introduction due
Due at the End of Class on 4/23: Attempting to change the station, which did indeed end in failure, a sudden cloud of rememberance devoured the sky allowing me to tune in and make the connection. Like a kick to the chin the realization was made, we were never listening to the radio. Instead we'd been driving in silence without knowledge of the time nor the area around us due to disallusions of an unseen world.
post #1
Due at the End of Class on 4/24: One that, of course, we'd been staring into for the entire trip. The day was still beautiful, unbetrayed and innocent. Glory is when night fades and sky's blue and anxious with the feeling of day.That is how the day is thus far, not much you can do about it. Passengers of the trip had been frantic, nervous with glee as they embarked to find excitement.
post#2
Due at the End of Class on 4/27:
post#3
Due at the End of Class on 4/28:
post#4
Due at the End of Class on 4/29:
post#5
Due at the End of Class on 4/30:
post#6