Tag Archives: by G. Collins Lankford

Radiohead plays as I write in my new home

Radiohead plays as I write in my new home I love it here, pros out way the cons as much as the con is terrible the absolute beauty here is undeniable and now I have to shit I should of … Continue reading

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Home or Something: Big Sur, August 19th 2003

my second day descending Big in the Sur the cabin isn’t as small as I remembered and we found out there is no money for an addition, no biggie I worked yesterday my first day helped set up and put … Continue reading

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We’re Here!!

god damn my ass is numb and now I see some flowers such a place of paradise to line highways with flowers the way he flips me birds makes me feel so at home even though she’s there I manage … Continue reading

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Almost Like Crossing the Mason Dixon South to North

Palm trees and 3 hybrids I talk about myself too much four Acura’s and four pretty girls five women with short cuts in Toyota trucks with curly locks six down out of 18 Bud-mules seven of seventeen signs for Best … Continue reading

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47 Out of 50

3 hours max that’s all we have left meeting friends in Sonoma gunna have fun gunna rest glad of a safe journ out West wait wait we should pull over and help that man as we go speeding by and … Continue reading

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Sad Goodbye

grinding through Nevada stopping for gas at Winihaha or Whinimecca my baby wrapped her arms around my neck as I supported her weight and I rubbed the stiffness from her spine as we were leaving I left my water on … Continue reading

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So Many Roads

Back cramped sitting fetal the flats and pudding hills salts and death, sagebrush and sun on our backs we continue across the Mormon paradise “God, could you imagine just living out here!” she said as I thought about being beaten … Continue reading

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Crazy Woman Creek Road

she walked down to its shores water it almost evaporated as soon as it touched her skin a little hiss sounded the four dominant layers the horizon now besides here is there, further, even further and farthest consisting of concentric … Continue reading

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Red box rolls

my neck is tense contained by the car unrelenting the jerky sticks in my teeth and the windows rolled down masks the music just then a bird met its demise hit the windshield, sad but at least it hit in … Continue reading

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How Hot Does A Cow Get? Black Branded and Unmoving

way too hot sweltering across the grasslands passing an endless sea of brown and green yellow of eddies and patches of black angus in the distance are monolithic islands of solitary trees and on the horizon is 359° of empty … Continue reading

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