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	•• Highway 97 - Cruise Control - 70mph Zones - And Long Expanding Straight Aways Are The Way To Be. •• As deprivation, in conjunction with strange vortexes of time and space took hold, some of the bits became quite hazy. God forsaken roads, to God forsaken places, in the land of sparklies. “El Capiton...Where are the lasers? and Jesus, God, my eyes feel like lumpy sacks of empty flesh!” In a landscape of vast emptiness, and a multitude of failed attempts at sustaining life in the desert, it was good to know that there’s a chain of telephone poles that stretch further than the eye can see. -sometimes it’s just really fucking hard to pee. At 9:50am, by forces unbeknownst to ourselves, we reached our destination; a small cardboard facsimile of Jesus had guided us there. Everything seemed to be in order.....giant robots, underpasses, overpasses, signs, desert life, a plethora of stucco roofs, billboards just like we have, a hospital, the Seattle space needle, oh yes...and Walmart. Out of nowhere we received a sign from a higher place. Rodger Whittaker was in Vegas, and we were there to give him hell. After approximately 24hours of psychosis ridden driving, we decided we needed showers and a short rest...ACCOMMODATIONS! We first tried the Luxor (a great black shiny pyramid). They were obviously deranged. They inconspicuously handed us a slip of paper with their rate for the day scrawled on it. The number was $260.00. We had no need for their insipid bits of plasticity. We then scuttled about in the worst haze trying to find “sanctuary.” The Travellodge was her name, in all her glory, with bible in the drawer and everything. We unloaded the shark, bathed, nourished, and my cohorts drifted off into slumber in no time, as 3 hours of tossing and turning generated a myriad of peculiar thoughts through my twisted head. Inducing some sort of lucid layer, the time had come to begin the scientific research. The complex process of clothing and outside preparations was hindered by road fatigue and sleep deprivation. Strange vibrations, kind of menacing, creepy and slithery, don’t quite understand them yet...further investigation necessary...... ••••••• ---Families Here...Now--- ••••••• Nourishment was needed before the true science had begun, so it was off into the warm mid-afternoon world of cheese, to find something of a grocery store variety. It seemed simple enough, but took much longer than expected. ?I’m praying for juice...juice will be my salvation...Jesus, God, all I need is juice and water right now.? The fact that I’m originally from California was standing out like a soar thumb in a Pillsbury patch....whatever that means....Strange encounters at Albertson's; the man in front me in line (an older chap-in his 80s perhaps) turned around briefly and was startled by my shaky yet shining presence. He then turned to the checker and said, ?this is exactly why I like to shop at Lucky’s better. In recourse, he said that I was probably A.O.K., but was slightly mystified by my gender and headed off with his prune juice, several cartons of chicken nuggets, and other assorted microwaveable feasts. I didn’t mind much; I gave him a hearty smile and nod, then he was gone from my life.