Spotlight[Living]: My Walkabout
Contributed by: masodo on Tuesday, November 20 2012 @ 07:36 am UTC
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Nomadic. Storyteller.
Soul searcher.
Experience hungry.
Music carnivore.
Dreamer of better things.
trippin' along the Apache trail[*2]
Hunter S. Thompson was on the brain.
Strange because I wasn't in Las Vegas, I was in Arizona.
But when you feel like you've dropped peyote, the desert becomes a strange oasis.
Stranger than normal, that is.
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Cacti speak with muted tongues, reaching out to prick me with harsh words.
Lizards eye my sweaty form, snakes slither in the hot sand, away from sight.
Vultures circle overhead.
I shout to the mountains and raise my arms to worship the almighty sun in my desolation.
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The engine revs as the car kicks up dust.
No one can see me being a bad ass, probably for the best.
I venture on down the dirty road in a transient state.
Looking for nothing, finding exactly what I was looking for.
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As the suns starts to set, I find an abandoned horse corral.
I sit and watch the wind turn the mill.
Cows pass in single file, my stomach grumbles.
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Thoughts and actions are blended into words from a strange day along the Apache trail[*7] in the Superstition mountains of Arizona.
Source: MyWalkabout.net[*1]
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