Dark is the black night. The road unwinding as its passenger bathes in the dim glow of a low-watt spot-light. Long shadows draped across his face...all the rest of his form lost to the sea of midnight. So alone that face floats along the road at break-neck speeds... All emotion, all transfering. The longing and the sorrow and that moving hunger all boiling over. Coal eyes staring with a fierce vacuuming cold. Pulling in everything and that broken gaze in so much need...

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You asked if I believe in free will and I said no. The truth had eluded me, however, and On The Road I saw all of time is not one. And things can change..and they have... Free will lives and it's so sorrowful a thing. We are all responsible, now. This is all OUR OWN doing...blame is ours.

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