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| ...it was a
liquid evening of sorts...I kept my cream only coffee
slightly above tepid with the help of a disfunctional
defrost, blowing its tired breath from the dashboard in a
failed attempt to maintain a comfortable atmosphere in
the confines of my taxi...strictly temperature-wise, mind
you...myself...I was getting reaquainted with a new found
peace which had escaped me many years before...and the
music was returning to my soul...and I knew it would soon
be time to document it all once again...just for the
record, mind you......it had been a journey of endless
circles...nights of infinite beginnings and abrupt
endings which only became new doors of opportunity in
themselves...and there was traffic light fever...the city
maze...I, a witness to secrets...a common chauffeur...not
going anywhere but going everywhere...and yet... I am nearing 40 now...no longer the rebel I used to be...the steering wheel has become a handcuff to my soul...yet I do not despise the chaos on the inside, well hidden, sealed, and in some ways... still in order...(odd)... never to be discovered by my passengers, who ride...then go out into the world...sometimes bewildered...sometimes numb and content... |
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| "....did you check out the fine print", someone whispered, huddled in the back seat, red eyed and sad...I thought I knew what he meant but I was too tired to answer...he couldn't possibly have known what deals I had made way back when...when things seemed logical and simple...and planners were only dreaming of ATM machines...
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| ...it
was a refuge, my room in the west end suburbs...where I
could wallpaper to my heart's content...yet no matter how
still I maintained my soul, the miles continued in my
mind...
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