Country-roadin' (496 hits)
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Submitted by Daniel Dickinson (View user info) at 2009-08-28 11:55:39 EDT
"I wonder what it's like to die," someone said in the dark.
"Probably a lot like falling asleep," someone responded.
"If you're lucky," they added.
Someone struck a lighter and brought it near, brushed away weeds and caked dirt. There was a name and two dates chiseled upon a modest granite slab.
"Your whole life boiled down to two moments."
"The moment that you were born."
"And the moment that you died."
The lighter went out.
"They loved whatever God, were married, maybe a couple times, had affairs, had children, fought in wars or dodged the draft, affected people's lives, affected the future, maybe even profoundly, and now all that is left besides some photographs in a bin in an antique store or in some moth-eaten family photo album are two dates and a name on a gravestone above a skeleton in a cemetery in East Texas that no one will ever visit except for some kids looking for a cheap thrill on Halloween."
"Makes it all seem a little trivial, doesn't it?"
"Or maybe their lives were trivial."
"Like ours?" someone laughed.
"Maybe."
"I want to be buried here. Right next to this guy."
"Which guy?"
"Whichever guy - that guy."
"Me too," someone said, "Me too," someone else said, "Next to that guy."
"Yeah, that guy."
And then we all piled back into the truck, smoked another bowl or two, turned the radio up and continued down those endless dirt-roads.
We didn't say much to each other for a long while, and instead, sat in each of our silences, watching, waiting, and wishing to grab onto something. But the truth was lingering there on the very tips of our foreheads, heavy like a dizzy spell.
We all wanted more. More, more more.
We wanted to fuck and fight and love and hate and take and give so hard that when we tried to fall asleep at night our insides churned with a vicious excitement, or was it anxious longing?, and we all wanted to do something great, something worth remembering so we couldn't be forgotten like all those cemeteries, moss-ridden and ancient that no one gave two shits about.
The more we struggled with these truths, the more empty we became and the more heavy our heads felt, as if the matter inside of us had just seeped out.
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Submitted by cheerios (user info) at 2009-08-31 22:30:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2009-08-28 12:17:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I prefer the city streets.
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City streets are for fags.
Submitted by JMG114 (user info) at 2009-08-31 19:20:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Dug it.
Submitted by sage104 (user info) at 2009-08-31 18:36:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Huh.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2009-08-31 18:06:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
DAVID MAMET ON LINE 1, FOR YOU
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2009-08-31 16:24:23 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2009-08-30 07:06:15 EDT (#)
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Submitted by dredwood (user info) at 2009-08-29 21:00:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
fucking cunts below, and above. This short suited my mood though..
Submitted by willartstorg (user info) at 2009-08-29 15:58:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
fuckin troll below
Submitted by PlatinumScarecrow (user info) at 2009-08-29 11:14:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Wow this sucked thoroughly
Submitted by Ducky (user info) at 2009-08-29 05:13:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by CyanStars (user info) at 2009-08-28 21:47:16 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Liquidice281 (user info) at 2009-08-28 14:17:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
shit in my pants. naow!
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2009-08-28 12:17:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I prefer the city streets.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2009-08-28 12:13:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Needs more parentheses!
Submitted by FATMANTPK (user info) at 2009-08-28 12:09:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I like it