15,617. DREARY IS AS DREARY DOES?

DREARY IS AS DREARY DOES?

Signpost. Meaning. Significance.

Three notes across the road. A man

goes by in a loud red car. Why would

he do that? Performance unexcelled

must always equal noise? It was a

nice car, I grant - the kind they don't

make anymore, and wouldn't know

how to even if they did.

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I realize so easy how far away I am.

Turbo and straight-pipes. Metallic 

paint and fender skirts? Things like

that are pretty dated, yeah. I go into

a sulk now, about all the things I've

missed : Moonshine and tight babes;

drive-in movies and open-pit garages.

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I used to thrive to drink and ride.

104 mph on the GSParkway was

nothing to me at all  -  screaming 

between cars at high rates of speed.

Motorcycle venom and club-guys

poised for trouble and hate. Blues.

Freddy. That Irish Brandon guy,

who used to run Third Street. They

were good fellows.

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What's it all for? Times that passes

like lethal vapor; a sad man with too

many stupid memories. Dreary is as

dreary does?