Guy has always loved visiting Junkyards ............ they can be ghoulish at the worst or haunting at the least.
Guys buddy worked there and he owned the place.. he set his jib sail to the wind just to where it would sing a little in pain on prices...
He likes 59 Chevy's the very best... Guys father brought one brand new you know?.. Guy was one year old but if he does not remember it how does he know it was green like the inside of an avocado ? the trunk always leaked in the rain no matter what his father did, it was incorrigible like his young son.
Big Pines Yesterdays.....ahhhh the sounds like a harpsichord endlessly playing............... keep going it feels so good.
or the sound of Prattling Hens your choice.
Then there was the hippie girl that drove the youth transportation van out to the summer camp... in her tie die and patchouli oil,
honestly Guy always wanted to Hike up her skirt and have a look, maybe more!
Guy was painting the bathroom at the convenience store yellow, yellow, yellow......... everything yellow... he ran out of time and could not finish.. so he hurriedly painted a solid yellow circle except for the unpainted dot in the center free hand at eye level on the door over a knot in the wood grain and called it complete and left... the door knob still needed to be fixed as it slipped round and round you had to put side tension on it or the door would not open and you would be stuck in the shitter but it was good enough.... he called the job done and left for home it was almost noon and getting hot plus ......
Guy knew he better take the dog out for a walk or else...... he had an idea... to film the dog walking in tight circles orientating himself and then taking a shit and later play it back in high speed or fast forward for his friends... over strong drinks and whatever else was around that was crushed or could be smoked... that should be good for a laugh.... that would be the value of it the whole thing the laugh the most important issue. While the dog lying in the corner well fed and happy did he know they were laughing at him so hard that was why they were crying?
Suddenly Guy remembered as if having a flash back...The night before he was watching those poor old Bison of yesteryear in his dreams climbing up a narrowing crevice out west in there matted nappy coats... trying to reach the plateau of no avail... those stupid beasts... they did not know they were heading for the slaughter the Indians were up there with bows and arrows waiting for their arrival.
It occurred to Guy..... especially with the flesh...... Yesterdays Flash Is In Tomorrows Junkyard.
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