Fly


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I crossed into the Northern Territory and things got greener.

Fresh out of the wet. It was looking lush.

Open limits on the road had me shooting high beams as I flew down towards the next roadhouse at sunset. I prayed a roo or a cow didn’t stroll into my path. I had to get away from the flies.

 

The flies.

So thick I was breathing them in wherever I stopped.

I’m getting used to them now.

Bones

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I’d killed my radio about 5000 k’s earlier. I drove over a large boulder.

That’ll do it.

Knowing I had about 5k more of desert ahead I splashed out and got a 10 buck shower radio and tuned the ibone into that pissy little thing.

I cranked the tunes that fit into is little speakerbox. Parquet courts. Their low-fi crunch fit in well.

Do Make Say Think squeezed in. Holy Fuck were out.

 

Sun Kill Moon, Eddy Current Suppression Ring…

Anything that sounded like it was recorded in a bathroom really worked ok.