August 13, 2013

Some Would Call It a Wheelbarrow

And maybe thanks for calling is the way out.

If centripetal force isn't what it seems, what is anger that goes in a circle.

Oxen go free, red barrels, exhibits of poor judgement at rodeos and state fairs and county fairs.

The dream of matched weight and volume without crushing uniformity.

The dream where uniformity stops crushing.

The dream with corners you take in stride, gears that never grind, and well-used turn signals.

What would you break?
What would you squirrel away for still tougher times?
What would you polish a little too often?

Hello in the air tonight.

Location:Portland St,Baltimore,United States