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do with the conversations. O'Dandy had left about two weeks ago for Los Angeles, I thoughts. Before he had left, he had said to me, as we walked from a tavern he had walked me to; I'm headed for the city of sin jagg off. If you think you've got the guts to join me, my address will be, O'Dandy, Santa Monica beach. So you are going to take it all the way. I don't know what the fuck you are talking about, he had said with black eyes and lots of, eahs, inbetween his words. How has your year been Dandy? Perfect. I laughed, standing there looking down at my sad girl with fading dreams. It was wrong for me to use her this way. But was I really? We were only natural together in a time when we both needed to be. Lost. Never in a danty dream did we let wander our selves away to a smaller path. A path where we couldn't be seen. Time immortals. Why must everything seperate for each to see it? My eyes are covered with mystery and I can't communicate any longer. I just want to remember a last tone of song in my leav ing. Hello my name is, while bah I said inside. Going on the road, huh. Yes, it's me going on the long lonesome road. The prince in the bottle is being cast to the sea. I see the island coming nearer. The sound of drums is overpowering in my head. The bottle turns, and I am upside down, with my eyes blinded by the sun. Turquoise patterns wind their way in my mind and beautiful girls are dancing in a world beyond colors. O, how I wish I were there. In the morning the sun will grab my heart and I shall sweat this booze out of my liver. I am definately getting higher, and I think I will have anouther. Once I felt a windy day follow me and leave me as I crossed