RUB up to the tank. like, the top of the gas tank.
Or the gun-tank. But this is way more peaceful.
Since Iowa has been a constant neighbor to the East,
rarely called pretty by Nebraska or anyone else, I've pretty much ignored it since starting life here in the midwest.
HEY: === preconceived notions of Iowa! ITS FUCKING GREEN. And from the seat of the golden Chrysler travel drop I'm riding in, Looks endlessly hilled, shirted with trees, shaved to different texture levels of live plants, and frilled with cows.
The look of farmland, at this point, is HIGHLY inspired. (*Impending global food crisis terror-quake-face)

I've only been awake for about five minutes, since passing out COMPLETELY (head shoved at a rolled up sleeping bag, legs bent loosely at the knee) after leaving Omaha where we dropped off some records, had pizza and (huggingly to Chelsea) got the fuck out.

There goes Casey's General Store "Hoe-made Pizza To Go" Semi Truck, and a shrug of Canada Geese.

Oh yeah! The vinyl looks britching-g-g-. Micah Shmeeds did the optikal art of the week for the cover, and it practically looks 3-D or hidden picture or whatever. The back has a fan letter we got from this freaking girl. You'll see. I still haven't heard it through the needle though. But soon.

My mouth tastes like blood, maybe forever?
Jap band in the speakers, sounds like a mousetrap horror party wash for jazzercise moms on truck-coke.
Giant wind turbine named "Stuart"

Love, TRRRRL