untitled (7/7/10)

there was dew one dark night, magic and vulgarity
an abstract feeling of emotion
small treeless area
between safety and being stuck
the ghost gets awful mad
the boys realized they had a lot in common
"i've had so much bad luck already," he told them, "that it don't seem like much worse could happen to me."


the snow came sweeping down
"i will give you what you need"

the boys departed
pull it out and they throw it on the floor, sail out into the middle of a lake, drop the motor.