Faster Faster Faster

Not country.

Most of my life my dreams have been about being chased by an unseen pursuer or rushing frantically to get somewhere on time, with life-altering consequences. They are far more disturbing than it sounds. Any time I remember my dreams, I wake up distressed or terrified or terrifically distressed.

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Run Away

Driving is one of my therapies. Though Best Beloved knows that every time I do run away, she’s coming along because that’s how it works.

We run away together a lot.

Needs a full band treatment to shine.

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