Tesco Mutherfuckin Vee's Blurty

And Again
Spontaneous and impulsive was the direction last night. I got the call late, packed a bottle, my best face, and hit the fuckin' road.

I like these drives, these drives that take me out into the hills. I was sure to keep the moon in view, for it was the moon that charted the course I was on. Random and spontaneous.

Driving...closing in. I enjoy the subtle appeal that increases the body heat, soft glow, lights, aesthetics.

One more stop to make. Two more players brought into the fold.

Arrival. The sweet ache of anticipation.

In the fluid essence, enveloping. That seductive moon, which influenced such a mood, now powders the writing, tasting bodies with a silver lining. The visual stimulation alone is enough to coax the power from even the most focused of souls.

Spent...homeward bound...reminiscent. The smell, the taste, the favored images flitting across my mind's eye are in the driver's seat...in more ways than one.

Again and again.