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Chowchilla Desert Rocks.
White Rocks. Drive-in
movie. Bette worked the
booth, where once you
paid, you got a ticket
that she would tear
off a huge roll.
A red role of tickets and each
ticket was a ride to
funky town. Five movie
screens, bigger than the
moon, loom over us
in that tiny booth, handing
out tickets.
You didn't need the sound
at all. Five different
movies, all going at once,
and I'm at the very center
of this splendid operation
I never want to leave.
But Bette makes me walk
to her trailer. Pure
darkness, white rocks, and
I am lost.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 8:11 PM UTC
Three baby Jesus's
Up on a tree
Who put them there
Nobody knows
the Betrayed, the Savior
Bleeding out
with cries
of "why have you forsaken me?"
How can You be forsaken
When You got mad at a mall
Ruined all the stores
All because Your dad was mad.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 10:13 PM UTC
It's really a pantry of sorts.
We are all sitting together.
Drinking tea and looking towards the swinging door.
Sometimes a chaotic burst has been known to ****** itself through that singular, chipped door of an indiscriminate time period.
The China is out with some over easy eggs and toasted white bread with butter and strawberry jam.
The laughing is jolly and merry.
The swinging door slams into the side of this pantry of sorts.
A home for us.
I stand up to the door. There is no one there.
Walking out of that swinging door, noticing that no one has noticed.
This cup of tea is amazing. Fragrant and warm.
Laughter follows me as I tip toe down the Great Hall.
The Golden Doors. The archway to everlasting life.
A drooping of my wrist, as keys appear on a rigid band of gold. Razor thin, silver keys weigh in on each other causing a dilemma. Each key is opaque with the silver only made visible from the sun that struggles to saturate the Great Hall I find myself standing in. Lifting my wrist proves a difficult task
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 12:04 AM UTC