Adult themes 1
Another lost soul, slung to the wayside of a two-laned road; turned inwards toward some kind of afterlife.2
Something like roadkill, or just another rut in the road; where the general rule thumb seems to be that if you head in the same direction long enough, you just might be on the right road.3
He lights a cigarette and watches the occasional passer-by ...4
Wheels in idlewile, smokey sighs of various carbons that are toxic; but there really isn't anyone near enough to sweat his own little private contribution towards the end.5
He had seen fates worse than death.6
The clattering of second hand dreams, a Cadillac gone retograde from its days of wine and roses- bondo never rusts, rogue and sinister lusts stir primal rhythms that nearly hide the sounds of something like a dying animal hidden beneath the hood. Metallic ticks, wheezes, and death-rattles lost in the panting scream- Hellbent for extinction on tread-bare wheels, a black dream-catcher slung and hung over the rear-view mirror; with speakers that rumble like thunder until the moment is passed. It was only in the fading grumbles, his gaze locked upon the tail-lights of a once elegant machine, that he recognized the refrain from "Highway to Hell". From inside had came quasi-curious glare, a modern pair of red lenses set upon a young face. Trying to look older, and somehow menacing ...7
The motionless rider let his eyes fall away. 8
It was not truly a submission, merely a passing memory of when he once thought that wild and free meant dangerous. He had since discovered there was really no shortage of dangerous people, and it was a luxury of youth to feel immortal. Such malevolence can be overwhelming, like a cheap pair of sunglasses; never really seeing anything in its true color. Set into his memory like dimming tail-lights, the smell of exhaust ...9
And another smokey sigh.10
From the opposite side, in the opposite lane, heading in the wholly opposite direction; comes a late model pick up truck filled with tools. The driver never sees him as he whizzes past.11
The road to nowhere always seems to have somewhere you have to be, and where ever you are is seemingly merely just another pole position in the human race. There just are not any real visible finish lines. Even a mouse gets a little cheese, but he could still remember running to stand still ...12
He had seen fates worse than death before.13
This eye of time slowly closes ...14
to a soft glow world of twilight that lulls through his heart, like some final throe of passion. He sits, washed up along the shore of memorae, at the side of a two-laned road ...15
They say that one way leads to Heaven, and the other a far darker place. He hadn't really bothered to prove those legends right or wrong. For someone like him, there really didn't seem to be a "right road"; whereby nature can imbue every gift, save for the right road- And for what choices must be endured ... 16
Most especially when he had discovered that he was already dead.17
A dark girl's passing.18
Every spectacle, spore, and shadow of her face endured long after the car in which she rode was long passed. It was as if he had seen a ghost, staring back at him through the glass of a passenger's side window, and perhaps through him as well ...19
There was yet another smokey sigh that followed.20
He had never really much trusted his heart to steer him, in that it seemed coomprised of so much corruptible matter. Even through every filter and seine of existence, there ocassionally came an unlovable creature. It was never a matter of being lonely.21
Not born, but made; a loathsome creature too dark to changed, altered, reformed or transformed by another. He never really understood why it was that women drew to him. He never understood why they didn't believe him when he tried to tell them to truth. 22
This eye of beauty slowly closes ...23
a soft glow of twilight lulls through the heart, likes ome final throes of passion ...24
A wholly other sort of spirit ruled this road ...25
He watched on dully as a Mercury swayed to avoid a small white dog, and in its efforts to flee- It ran headlong into its own destruction ...26
It ran directly into its path.27
One more smokey sigh ...28
before he pitched his own death ornament to the ground and watched the glowering ash slowly dull- The only inconsummable part of the cigarette being that which was made to the affect of reason, that there was some sort of protection from the toxins within.29
The driver never slowed as the dog layed whimpering in the Hell-bound lane. It was no longer a question of survival, merely how much pain it might endure before the end came. 30
One of the dull sort of shocks was that death wasn't a one-hit wonder. He wracked a a thirty-two caliber round into a dark chamber of this pistol.31
Euthanasia ...32
October ...33
The little white dog finally laid still.34
"Feel better now?" The voice from the aside of his own little wayside piece of what they usually called Creation; the dark girl's return was hardly anticipated. That small curio faded quickly as he seen the the backpack slung over her shoulder, undoubtedly filled with "all of her worldly possessions." He had imagined that hitch-hiking was something of a dead trend, he wasn't really sure if she was being brave or feigning ignorance, as she seemed to be traveling alone ... Now she was, at any rate.35
It would have difficult to ascertain how or why it was that she ended up here, and now. He never really trusted fate enough, inas to believe what it was meant to be. He had slept with a Buddhist once, and she believed in karma & kismet. But the closest he had come to emlightenment was ...36
He shrugged and put the pistol away.37
"So, why'd you give up your free-ride to paradise," he asked as another car passed. They looked like tourist, but that wasn't particularly unusual on this road.38
"Might have been his, but surely wasn't mine," she answered. 39
He smirked and turned away, leaning back against his bike, arms folded and peering into the darkening sky. A distant grumbling of thunder sounded from a seemingly very far off place.40
"Well, you've got your own set of wheels; why aren't you riding off into the final sunset?" She asked as she grabbed the pack of cigarettes from the breast pocket of his jacket; took one and lit it, expelling the smoke in a long sort of sigh. 41
"I left my passport in my other life," he said, not really noticing her again until she chucked at his response. 42
"Bad boy are ya," she grinned mischieviously. 43
"Can't say as I was ever very good with all of that thou-shalt-not action, if that's what you're getting at." He let his eyes fall upon the body of dog laying still in the middle of the opposite lane. 44
"So, what is it that thou shalt do?" She moved in closer towards the bike, staring down into the chrome of the headlamp. He wasn't sure if she was admiring the bike, or her own reflection. 45
"Another storm's coming," he said, as if he had never even heard what she she had said. "Not a particularly friendly looking sort of sky." He let his gzae drift over towards where she now sat at the base of a syncamore tree, and took another puff at the cigarette.46
"I don't much look into the sky to make new friends," her tone somewhere near casual sounding. "Unless you're talking about astrology."47
"Not in this life, I'm not." 48
"You a Leo?" she asked as she squinted up towards him through her own smoke.49
"Nope, I'm a Daniel," he begrudgingly smirked as she chuckled. "So, was it my natrual charm, or my aftershave?"50
"Neither," she said as she fell back against the tree. I"m horny, and in just the right light- You almost look harmless."51
"I guess I pretty much am almost harmless," his brow rising slightly as he looked at her full, for the very first time. Or anything else that might ge me a ..."52
"Easy tiger," she smirked. "What kind of girl do you think I am?"53
"Give me some choices, I always sucked at fill in the blank. Be sure to make the last one all of the above though, I am particularly fond of women who are all of the above."54
"Getting closer to none of the above Sweetie," she studied him closer as he turned away. "You got room on that bike for another rider," She asked, after a long pause. "Isn't like I am looking for any kind of undying oaths here man, I just am a little tired of hitching and hooking up with every weirdo between here, Heaven, and Hell." 55
"Well, as long as you're not looking to get to Heaven, I suspect I could get you to some place else. Or is this not that kind of trip?" He turned back and caught the last of her shrug. 56
"Closest thing I get to a plan is when I change my mind," she said. "You can call me Angel, most do."57
"Is that what your Mama called you, or something somebody else made up along the way," he asked dryly.58
"Does it matter?" 59
"Not in this life, I guess." He said as he righted himself on the bike. "But if you're coming along, it's time for leaving. I don't particularly mind getting wet so much, but we just aren't in Kansas anymore."60
"You originally from Kansas," she moved and jumped up on the bike after he started it, shouting the question in his ear as he slipped the bike into gear.61
"Not originally from anywhere that I remember clear enough to gather any sort of attachment to," he answered, not really caring if she could hear him or not. 62
She might have started to ask him something else, but he never heard another word from her as the bike growled ferociously into action.63
He glanced one last time at the body of the dog as they rode past it ...64
And everything else was a blur.65
End of Prelude*66
Peace,67
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