The zone

Dislodge yourself from the inner zone boy, it is a fast car, jump out and in the state, taste the wind, feel the inconvenient dust, look at the sky blue and white and think. Is that blood, is that my blood. Damn. The precious post fragile state that will cease to exist, I’ve found my spot, this is my spot. The wind is awesome, where’s the beer, where did the dog go. Sleeping is an option but I want to look at the dog, why didn’t I notice these before. Too late, the ECNALUBMA is here. What the hells an ECNALUBMA.