Red Rock (Blogophilia 50.5)

Chasing a bleeding sun
Across red rock
The last exit
Before Hell
Has come

Dreaming a painting
While painting a dream
Borne of tabs
Shaman's purses
Vibrating

Another joint
Trying to fend off
Bloodhares wanting to
Consume my
Flesh

Finally the exit passes
And I turn on 
The Devils Highway.



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  1. AnonymousFebruary 11, 2013 at 8:42 PM

    A fine dance of words, dreaming a painting, while painting a dreaming...

    I am surprised that route 666 gets any traffic. haha David II

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    1. Another Government EmployeeFebruary 11, 2013 at 9:07 PM

      If you ever get a chance to run it (it is now US 491), it is an amazing ride.

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  2. Colleen Keller BreuningFebruary 11, 2013 at 9:12 PM

    Oh no!!! I think I would rather avoid any highway with those numbers lol.... Chilling and intriguing write Christopher! :)

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  3. sueFebruary 12, 2013 at 12:37 AM

    I agree painting a dream ... beautiful write

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  4. sueFebruary 12, 2013 at 12:41 AM

    ok let's try that again. That was from the quote though used perfectly and added to the rest of your words. ok so not making sense at the moment.

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    1. Another Government EmployeeFebruary 12, 2013 at 5:52 AM

      Kind of like our protagonist, here. Peyote in the desert is a powerful thing.

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  5. AnonymousFebruary 12, 2013 at 1:15 AM

    quite the assortment of images you have me viewing here! "Bloodhares" Carnivore rabbits? Egads! (I hope Bugs doesn't catch that bug!)
    The Devil's Highway...sounds ominous! 8 points Earthling! :)
    Marvin

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  6. AnonymousFebruary 12, 2013 at 6:38 AM


    Dylan wrote about route 66, maybe Ozzie or Marilyn need to write about 666

    TM

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    1. Another Government EmployeeFebruary 13, 2013 at 5:10 PM

      Actually, that was Highway 61.

      661 is a couple of blocks from the beast.

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  7. AnonymousFebruary 13, 2013 at 1:34 AM

    Out of the frying pan and into the fire...

    signed: DJ Myke

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  8. sharonleeFebruary 14, 2013 at 7:45 PM

    Bravo... I really enjoyed this!

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  9. DiaFebruary 17, 2013 at 10:29 AM

    Very nice :)

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