Friday, September 18, 2015

"I'm a dinosaur."

The long and winding road.  With the sound of Nelson Riddle's piano propelling us along the highway, the left side of the odometer flips over a significant number, the mileage of the Great Yeast's Grandson.  The radical's radials roll upon the pavement, rubber melting from the heat, new petroleum product covering the source of its ancestry.  Oh, the irony.  But what a way to travel.  Dig the scenery.  "It's a Gas, Man!"

"...somebody is digging my bones."