Electric Hipster (06-16-1988)

The pines sway lazily. A soft breeze tickles the green leaf as many thoughts linger among the trees, thoughts of yesterday when the hue of colorful language between lovers of royal pedigree shattered his pre-existing understanding of God. So ever since he just stands there turning Ben Franklin's key inside his brain where those electric thoughts give a thunderous crash atop of the tree of his soul, splitting the bark of reason and logic as his mind swims down the river of inspiration drowning in his stormy consciousness where he's able to manifest ideas which have lingered endlessly atop the ripples of liquid creation.

His stormy thoughts are forever attatched to the feeling of travel, the wild rush which soaks in his skin and pours into his blood, the excitment of the highway stretched out in front of his dark shades which conceal his bohemian eyes to a world that so often attempts to taint his vision of life. The rumbling and groaning commence as the blue sky turns grey, the lightning crashes...BOOM! ...as ink begins to flash against the open sky of his mind falling to the page below. These storms of inky inspiration flash restlessly in an attempt to propel him to his destiny where these electric thoughts punch the ticket to his railroad dreams.