Thursday, March 3, 2016

THE HIKE...AUGUST 1991

we were hiking through a virgin stream...i turned to my friend and suggested that it would be a snappy idea if we both found a can of our favourite beer...within 30 seconds...there they are at the bottom...stuck between a universe of hope and a universe of sadness...labels dancing in the water...CLANCY'S and BECK'S...nestled against billion year old stones...like an alien space craft against a giant brain that thought he knew everything...but actually knew sweet fuck all .

...the universe ejaculates all over space and time . 

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