puff. inhale. blast. exhale. lithe hands spread over the steering wheel. colors pass in vibrant flashes, eyes open, pupils dilate. the horizon glides by like a technicolor picture slide. engines hum in unison. this is the pulsing womb of sin city.
the palms wave hello along the strip, the womb throbs, the luxor beams proudly.
smoke twirls into the air in continuous loops. their fingers brush together. secrets and laughter are shared on the interstate. and so the moon follows them playfully, bouncing over spanish tiled roof tops.
a lone cactus glistens in the blue light. then it’s gone.
I wanna see a youtube video of you scrawling this down to believe you conceived it in five minutes.
I guess it's a moot point, since it's already written. It would just be you recopying it at this point.
Sometimes I spend five minutes letting a single phrase come to me [and most of your phrases are better than mine even at this pace].
I officially give up my writing career. That's it I'm done.
I secretly want to be a film maker anyway. It's probly for the best.
I wanna see a youtube video of you scrawling this down to believe you conceived it in five minutes.
I guess it's a moot point, since it's already written. It would just be you recopying it at this point.
Sometimes I spend five minutes letting a single phrase come to me [and most of your phrases are better than mine even at this pace].
I officially give up my writing career. That's it I'm done.
I secretly want to be a film maker anyway. It's probly for the best.