Monday, November 19, 2001 :::

songs
Pink Floyd: Fletcher Memorial Home
Pink Floyd: Bike
Sevendust: Trust

i pity anyone who did not witness the meteor shower saturday night. absolutely amazing, once in a lifetime experience.

The sky was completely clear above Paines Prairie. Tens, possibly hundreds of cars lined the sides of the roads. Upon discovery of a suitable place to park, Drew allowed White Trash to join the ranks. We exited the warm interior of old reliable (which, by the way, reaked of cat urine), and my bare feet were greeted by the night's frigid embrace. 5:30 AM.
Hendrix's Purple Haze initiated an impeccable soundtrack for our movie-esque experience. Every single surrounding element created an ideal scenario for early-eighties cinema. Once Drew and I were lying atop W.T.'s hood, bliss ensued (and no, I do not mean we engaged in sexual activity; there were simply too many people around for that brand of fiasco). In all seriousness, five seconds did not pass between streaks of stellar radiance. It was unreal, witnessing such incredible beauty that existed so far beyond my reach and comprehension. We could have stayed there forever, and should have; extravagance this pure and inspirational should never cease. How wonderful it would be if Paines Prairie held on to that night's divine atmosphere without end, so that one could visit at ANY time to witness the cosmic wonders that Haiku Drew and Munky Junky cherished from 5:30 to 6:45 AM on November 18th, 2001.

Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast
How can I escape this irresistable grasp
Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound mistfit, I

::: posted by AJBrotz at 10:22 AM

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