Missed yesterday. I didn’t go for my making-it-up-as-I-go-along knee therapy. It was wet and cold. Not going was a bad idea. I went today it was wetter and colder. Autumn is pretty around here; home games are not. I stopped by a convenience store in town to pick up some smart water for my walk. Children stacked up with cheap beer and cinnamon schnapps. The game doesn’t start until eight.
What do these songs have to do with anything? Existentially you might ask what exists that these songs don’t have to do with. Grammatically you might trip on that sentence. Demanding bastards aintcha? You want existentialism and grammar both? I like the word Declension, it tastes good and is fun to say. I like the word fuck for different reasons. I might use them together in a sentence one day. Not today.
If you close your eyes while you are listening and imagine a badly paved county two lane and red/gold/orange leaves … then you won’t catch the plate of the rig what hit you. You need to picture velocity.
I used to post photos of the gorge when that place was my therapy, I also called those walks hiking. Sometimes I posted pictures that I found online, because photographers took pictures in the gorge or the same things I was looking at. I don’t think there’s the same option with Valhalla park near Holt. Honestly I haven’t checked and I won’t because neither which way is going to satisfy my sense of anything.
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