abandoned farmstead -- a blip in the flat-wide spaces of the industrial-agro-manufactured prairie the barn, dilapidated the vehicles & implements, rusted weeds growing from every crack tall, blonde grass - waving like ripe wheat - stands in both front & back yards something has died on the prairie something is returning to dust & weed something is lost
There was a digital nomad of Bali who took to micro-dosing Molly. Once, his dose wasn't micro-, he fell in love with a crow, and decided chugging coffee made for less folly.
A tourist tubing on the river Nam Song drifted into a nap that went a little too long. Six rivers later, he bumped into a freighter in open seas, and knew something'd gone wrong.
A magician & driver from Agra was master of the abracadabra. He'd get forty in a car... (with a hook and crowbar.) Told he could get ten more outside, said, "Huh?"
Plunging into darkness, there is no other way. In the tomb-like silence, the mind begins to stray. To roam, to roam, to roam, or does it simply sink; with neither light nor eyes, one might just be hoodwinked.
There was a young man from Slovakia who wheedled his way into the mafia, but he couldn't run smack or conduct a "whack." So, he trafficked fake caviar from Sofia.
I walk past row on row of granite stones. The grass is usually freshly mown, but lately vegetation doesn't seem to grow, and so, I kneel where seeds have been sown.
a cold, rainy day, but the green grass thrives -- well-watered / air fresh
There was a cafe owner from Helsinki whose coffee shop was often called "dinky." "You must pack them in -- the fat and the thin -- to save on heating, not to be kinky."
Tiger Riding for Beginners 