On this farm, it is your farm, it is mine.
Really of course, it belongs to her but she shares it around. Gives you rides on the machine that roars like a tiger and speeds you under orange pecan trees. Bumps reverberating into your knees, chest, ankles, heart...mind. Each bump of cow shit sending your mind that little bit higher. The air spitting bugs into your eyes. Pfft, Pfft, Pfft.......pfft.
And then you spot a little yellow cap worming its through the cow bitten grass, a mushroom. Or 'shroom' if you will. So the roaring beast stops and you jump off, the impact reverberating into your knees, chest, ankles, to your heart and finally once again sending your mind that little bit higher. You tap that cap for luck.
In it goes. On you go, roaring away into the wind, your mind bumping its way into the clouds and soaring around with the birds. Poor body, left behind.
You are in a land of music that fucks you up and over and in again.
The dusty bottles salvaged from a dusty shed, the labels ripped and torn crinkling off the sweet poison they hold. Taste like berries and evil. The same way that many things appear delicious and right, beautiful, but underneath it all it is Poison. The warmth courses through your veins.
The caps fuck with your mind flying it, with bats now. This new substance messes with your body holding down, slowing it, numbing it. Numb: here again.
The girl whose red eyes make it look like she has tiny devils lurking in the corners tells a story of everyone. She can see everything.
About everyone.
She knows them by looking at them, she knows they way they function, not like the well oiled machines that propaganda tells us. We function in a way that is indeed fluid, but not in any way solid. We are oil. We can float or sink depending upon where we chose to land our flaccid souls. How viscose that substance is.
And it scares her so much that she cries, she cries for her future: because that is something that she cannot see, but already knows. No one can tell her what she is to do- she knows for everyone. But no one knows for her.
And so she cried, numbness weighing her body not touching her heart. Fucking heart- breaking like that. Tears from the eyes that look like devils lurk in their corners. It is just her hay fever. It is that time of year you know?