with a bit too much gasoline in the air
I stopped, clearing dirt and grass off the radiator housing
(otherwise the Yamaha engine dies in the far end of the field)
distracted by a glimmer of reflected sunlight
made by gasoline spraying over the muffler
like Asperges only evaporating faster
I did the math, realizing one last leg of the triangle - oxygen, fuel source, spark -
was all that kept me from taking up long term residency at Parkland, complete with debridements, duodenal feeding tubes
and the burning technical question whether Precedex ever replaced ketamine
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That's really deep s**t, man.
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