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Songs when you're surrounded at a Motel 6

#playlist #tunes #songs for running away from the cops #i'm partly kidding

White Rust

Here, at the ass of the world, stands an island meant for glory. An island dreaming for the cosmos. But time never had mercy for the impracticals. Rows and blocks spread, but dream-fuel never satiated bureaucracies. Corporate strongholds built upon mythic marches of progress. It's all for naught.

The island's iron rails like anemic veins, rusting along sparse underpopulated towns. The withering behemoth of old industry chips away over the decades. Snowcapped, mountainous buildings rage on, as runoff trickles down its room-cave systems. Skipping holes and fairy toes on beams, hoping they'd hold. Smithereens taking in the last hours' light, scattering amongst the dust. Asbestos warding unlit offices executives of yesteryears made as war rooms for their next market conquest. Factory floors blanketed with debris crunch as empty rooms echo empty nothings of the old ambitions of upward mobility.

Here on this lonely island stands the reach of old governance. All promises. All the best. Cosmic dreams turned cold and dull, for life apathetic of tomorrow's good nights to lull me to sleep. Contempt remains for the new, but nostalgia for the lost future renders me to just walk on and say:

Goodnight sweet life; goodnight street lights and heat lamps; goodnight dear friends; goodnight trash bags; goodnight winter hail; goodnight morning papers. May I dream that dream again, even if it's the last time. Goodnight! And if tomorrow rises, take your bags and take your leave for the stars. Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight!

#mine #stream of conciousness #will make a bumper out of this #eventually