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I met you on Farm to Market Road, we were slowed at a railroad crossing, you were hoping to make it home with the pedal pushed
to the floorboard of your dynasty little 1979 volkswagon rustbucket I mean rabbit. However you were still pushing
maybe 10 miles per hour tops when the train stopped us. I was interrested in the train but I could hear you kept it revved like a fattening dot on an exclamation mark of black
smoke a mile or couple of miles long behind you. My horses didnt appreciate it one bit and I could smell it too.
I heard the revving of your car as the gasket blew but I did not anticipate at all the barely accelerated thump from behind.
being still several cars behind the train I pulled ahead and turned onto part of a lawn of somebodies house off the shoulderless highway.
I climbed out to look at the damage to the trailer but not before first checking on and Selma and Hubreze my paint mare and bay quarter horse
who I could see were looking at me dead on like wtf?
The smoke had made them sick so I let them out for awhile and you were out too and obliged with taking Selmas reins while we both started
through the inspection of words and observations of the calamaty as though forced through a gauze of apology.
We were both standing on the lawn of people who never seemed to come out of their dilapidated and overly planned shotgun shack compound
when the train passed and the guards went up. As soon as the cars began to make their way around your vintage paperweight with
yellow peeling roof apholstery someone started my truck and fired off down the road in a heat with the passenger door still open.
Well that does it then. A couple of horses with no saddle but women wants casual sex Casey Illinois with reins and nothing else. no , nothing. Your car was finished
obviously
and there was no way I was chasing them bareback. You said then you could ride and instead of ing the cops we should ride into
town and figure it out from there. I liked your style , you had a way of being comfortable as if we had known eachother long
enough to just put something like that out there, which I suppose gave me the nerve to do what I did, not long after we were riding.
the cops never did me any good, even in situations like this, Id find the theif again sooner or later, so it was a fine idea.
11 miles to go before seeing civilitation again riding bareback at 2 miles an hour. It was going to be awhile, but it was a gorgeous
November day fully into the 70s since before noon and not cooling anytime soon. You were telling me about the connection of the trees
electromagneticly to the moon and how whales sometimes sing songs about us and what we are doing up here collectively when I decided
to pull the mushrooms from my pocket and reconsider holding out on them for James who got me to pick them for him while I was out riding. At the time I couldnt have cared less as tripping with James was no big feat of any measurable evolution that
I could tell. But now it seemed his excitement between a satellite orbiting the earth and our home and me out in the canyon - was really some form of the goddess
speaking up on our behalf , knowing today was a full possibility in the works from her strange vantage point anyway.
This would be just the ticket to slow things down a bit.
It seemed to me you had intuition like a horse herself as I was digging in my pocket while riding behind you in our second mile.
You seemed to halt and Selma didnt so much drop her head for some road grass as per usual but followed your turning to me as if to meet a preordained
moment. As I sheepishly began to explain I happened to have some shrooms dried by campfire we should probably eat .. I trailed
off urgently as to give you the room to beam back a judicious yes! Full of certainty and imagined wisdom.
I started to fall in love with you as I realized before consuming one itty bitty spore of that shit that I could almost see tracers
coming off your hands as one might in the dawn hours of a naturalistic gathering by a river in 13th century russia, or germany.
The way your hands moved, just reaching into an ordinary plastic bag made out of corn byproducts.
It was sometime after one pm then I reckoned. When I realized the sun was actually not going down in reverse as I was led to believe
by the spinning dervish eyeball that was tossing all calenderness over the horizon with it with amazingly modest flashes of flame
(we ate almost the whole ounce over time it seems) it became clear to me it was actually morning.
It was also clear to me the horses were gone. But here we were sitting 15 feet above the earth , holding
hands , in the only baren Magnolia on top of a grassy hill and no telling how or why we got there.
Just wondering whatever happened to you. Your number got real messed up and the insurance has you listed as being in
this city? Anyways, if your reading this. That was a really fun time we had. I wish we could do it again sometime.