Ted (merovingian) wrote,
Ted
merovingian

Clarity

A poison dart hit the back of my neck as I was driving on the freeway.

That was my first thought, at least. In fact, it was a moth. It smiled as it flew away, and then I started to see new roads.

Offramps headed into the sky. I took an interorbit up to the moon and stopped at a motel in the Mare Imbrium to chill out.

"Got bit by a moth, too?" asked the gas station attendant with a friendly sympathy.

Anyone want moon magnets? Or little globes? Or those, uh, whaddya callem?
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