All day event my ladies and gents! Stink that mud from the conversation north I-205 Nyberg Street, Sherwood/ “whatever i ate last night was terrible. This is a mix cd kurt made,” wild in the west on the morning wait. “I love this song,” famous razor sharp upon the trace of ballistic Boones Ferry Road.
On the next 2 exits I’m lodging the sentences and resorting to activating Elligson Road, a bridge we pass under bumping and passing a mall I never saw Mac Dre in, Wilsonville has information miles on the shoulder work, Exit 283, silver truck passes and blindly shines the sun on Aurora Oregon, on the Willamette Weeks river I read, fish that will never bite, Beastie Boy song comes onto the mix, a rest area venturing Mile 287 by Marion County, roads that leave nowhere’s, I have never been but wait…. Exit 278 makes a T of cement decision, one way a warehouse I lived in with pop (best time of my life) and the other the Aurora Historic District, Mix Master Mike is not Miles Davis yet he samples him. I’m just on my way to Eugene to pass Mile 1, little rivers of pre-clearance aura’s, closed weigh stations, a lucky day for obese long large loading lumber trucks.
Its starting to have the nostalgic flat USA under the overpass of attraction, Mount Angel climbs the outlet malls off exit 271, ice cubes are a must in the housing developments off in the distance with 2 miles to the city of Brooks, now I am seeing the flat murder of vast pretty farms, and Marion County adopts a highway.
Keen Road bridge under which of way we whistle by, the Oregon State sheriff hiding under the overpass of blah blah blah….. “I feel like I am doing something that matters. I can only dream.” Brooks is only one mile away.
Electricity stretches the Oregonian garden. The Gervalis town I can stay but Corvallis? No thanks.
Downtown Historic District, all in Keizer, Exit 280B
When you enter Salem exit 260a, donate your car. My first concert was in north Salem Silverchair at the Fair Grounds, the Amphitheater!
Lancaster malls comfort
insecure small town 15 year old
skirts, a ride recently added
to Enchanted Forest
Detroit Lake is praised courageousless, mustard on a sandwich, drum beats soundtrack something
experience passes by
memory follows the day
action is done
battles are forever
fifty six miles away
Vineyards LLLabeee Xing the string of the string || the only train of a line, like actually a line, like actually a lion, like actually a line of trucks running up Ankeny Hills Exit 243, a true line though all I see it’s CRAZY no traffic as far as the eye can see as far as an eye can.
Say it with me I-205, Oaoh.Buahh.Buahh.
Of which a rest area a piss passes by my nick nack nod. A few Valium had done me better than if I had chosen to not. Dever-Conner is celebrated by Linn County. View Crest brings a stink in the past…. this factory in Albany. 2 little hills like breasts of the earth captures my sense of rest in a cigarette to keep burning. Andy threw up last night, last night he regrets eating the chicken, take the next right, no the next right, right, good
And Eugene we have reached ladies and gentlemen at 472 N 7th, the Seattle corporate coffee bean grinders. I forgot to mention that I used that rest stop’s restroom, hearing outside the highway’s vroom vroooooommms.
Sigh. Highway 99 Halsey or Brownville, you can’t tell the size of the control that drives the idiot off the side of the main highway. I mean, he was walking in the middle of it. We couldn’t help but hit him. Stop crying everyone. Look! Our crossing over the streams given names from old dead rich people, emergency exits are here heaving under the overpass of Miles Davis. Again.
Latino grooves, a Pacific Northwest Fantasia. Distance is underrated, because I’m seeing so much in this moment. Managing an exit to Corvallis in the truck stop hell. Comparison: Laurelhurst Pond at Laurelhurst Park when I was a kid into I fell. Fields of much variety make differences in the something of somewhere. On location crews announce the tricky mistake of sorting out whatever. That’s all I’ve got for the groundsmen sound send. Information police arrest citizens who read the daily news views of… I don’t know. Fuck me, the capacity of phone calls to check that it wasn’t stolen, the Wi.
Meriwether Lewis’ death is a mystery, suicide I hear reading hearsay on the Wiki.
-Oregon, Febuary 48th, 2048