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I told Dean that when I was a kid and rode in cars I used to imagine I held a big scythe in my hand and cut down all the trees and posts and even sliced every hill that zoomed past the window. "Yes! Yes!" yelled Dean. "I used to do it too only different scythe - tell you why. Driving across the West with the long stretches my scythe had to be immeasurably longer and it had to curve over distant mountains, slicing off their tops, and reach another level to get at further mountains and at the same time clip off every post along the road, regular throbbing poles.
- from On The Road by Jack Kerouac

Motherfucker. I used to imagine something similar when I was a kid driving in the back of my daddy's car. Only my scythe was part of the car, it appeared at the push of a button.
How about that?
How about you?


Blinking lights on the airplane wings
Up above the trees
Blinking down a morse code signal
especially for me
- eels