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Mike's Photos From The Road #162
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i met this 57 year-old woman, kellyann, a former model from england, on the bus one day. we went to the locks together and then to a national park. here she is at the park, applying suntan lotion before our venture in. for years kellyann was the personal assistant to bill wyman of the rolling stones. she also dated jimmy page of led zepellin. she personally knows all the members of the stones and led zepellin, as well as chris blackwell, the president of island records. uhhh, it was interesting talking with her. however, shortly after i took this picture, i lead us onto the wrong bus and she absolutely freaked out on me and then ditched me at a bus stop. i guess hanging with a loser backpacker on shitty city buses is a far departure from riding in limos with rock stars. i understood as she scampered away...
anyway, we had to sign in to enter the park. they always ask for your occupation down here, and, since this was a national park with hundreds of rare bird species, i was tempted to enter "poacher", but instead i used my current favorite. kellyann entered a funny one too: "puta", spanish for "bitch." looking at the two above me it's interesting to note that paul williams is a 25 year-old private investigator and that victoria newman is a cup of herbal tea.
walking down the road towards the park entrance. the park was a rain forest, home to 525 species of birds.
we didn't see many birds, but we did see armies of ants transporting leaves, sticks, and rocks hundreds of meters from one spot to the next. we knelt on the ground and watched them for several minutes. it really was an extraordinary site and i got a few cool pictures of it. observe.
He wakes up in the morning
Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling
Never changes a thing
The week ends the week begins
She thinks, we look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing
These crimes between us grow deeper
Goes to visit his mommy
She feeds him well his concerns
He forgets them
And remembers being small
Playing under the table and dreaming
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
Driving in on this highway
All these cars and upon the sidewalk
People in every direction
No words exchanged
No time to exchange them
And all the little ants are marching
Red and black antennas waving
They all do it the same
They all do it the same way
Candyman tempting the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss
Program cutting the corners
Loose end, loose end, cut, cut
On the fence, could not to offend
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
Lights down, you up and die

-thanks dave
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