It’s the magic hour.
The road ahead is barren and black.
Behind me, lights twinkle as stars from another galaxy.
The sky is ink and the moon smiles.
The needle passes 100.
A shrug silences the music.
A nudge lets the wind roar in.
A twist turns off my guiding lights.
I hold the wheel straight and close my eyes.
For a minute, there is only me, and I am flying.
For a minute, I ride the wind.
For a minute, I am free.
Things I learned at Universal Studios
Didn’t we save the Earth last year during Earth Hour?
Soundtrack of my life
Love this. Reminds me of my random middle of the night joy rides to AZ and NV when I used to live in Cali.
Your tardiness is excused.
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I love that you posted this. Not often do I see you “free”. :clap:
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Twitter: Amanda234
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Huh, nice
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Twitter: missbritt
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You’re lucky you’re not dead!!!!
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I love the night. Very nicely done, mr. Avitable.
XO
B.
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Twitter: Faiqa
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I love it when crass people let their inner sensitive poet show through. But, really, that was very good.
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That is really good, Adam. Scary as hell..but really good!
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Very nice.
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Twitter: http://whall.org/blog
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… and then …..
CRASH!
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Loved it. Hey that’s two sensitive posts in a row. What is this blog coming to?
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I also love the night, and riding in the car with the windows down, air blowing in…the speed thing is a bit beyond me…but I understand the need for the feeling of freedom…total abandonment of ties to the ground, somewhat.
These last two posts are FREAKIN’ me out, though. Are you on the rag?
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Gayyyy.
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Twitter: an_bhean
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:clap:
I like it.
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Just not as cool when you’re rollin’ in a man-van.
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Twitter: hellohahanarf
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but…but…you were wearing the night vision goggles, right? next week, can i play with them?
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Twitter: themuskrat
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Was this written by a phantom?
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Twitter: karlerikson
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Are you going to make this a poetry blog? That would be very upsetting.
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Too Cool! :clap:
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Twitter: VerdantDude
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You big softy, you.
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while artistic and riveting I can’t seem to get clean, no matter how often I shower. Not after getting the mental image of you standing naked, heels together, head back with eyes closed as a Redneck Police Officer makes you touch your finger to your nose. There you are in all your glory, pale in the police issue spotlight for all the motorists to see as you take a field sobriety test.
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Dude. that was good.
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