In the back of a cab--
eyes frozen to something out the window and I can smell the rain that is sitting up the clouds waiting for Friday and do I really love days like this and do they make me feel more secure? Do I want to stretch my head out furthur & furthur and up into the sky until I stake my spot as the first to be rained on? Is this really, really, what I want?
The cabbie tells me to sit the fuck down & that he doesn't want a ticket.
I tell him I'll pay him an extra twenty if he lets me fly.
He asks me what drugs I take.
I shake my head and my eyes well up with tears because now the feeling has passed and the smell is still there but now so is reality, and I slide back into the cab and put on my seatbelt.
"No more flying out of my cab?" he asks me w/a strange sort of grin on his face. And he points to the meter and it reads $14.85.
I stare at him like he has no soul, and I shake my head.
He laughs, and I start writing my epitaph.
eyes frozen to something out the window and I can smell the rain that is sitting up the clouds waiting for Friday and do I really love days like this and do they make me feel more secure? Do I want to stretch my head out furthur & furthur and up into the sky until I stake my spot as the first to be rained on? Is this really, really, what I want?
The cabbie tells me to sit the fuck down & that he doesn't want a ticket.
I tell him I'll pay him an extra twenty if he lets me fly.
He asks me what drugs I take.
I shake my head and my eyes well up with tears because now the feeling has passed and the smell is still there but now so is reality, and I slide back into the cab and put on my seatbelt.
"No more flying out of my cab?" he asks me w/a strange sort of grin on his face. And he points to the meter and it reads $14.85.
I stare at him like he has no soul, and I shake my head.
He laughs, and I start writing my epitaph.
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No more flying..awww.