So you’ll be back on the highway, all dusty and tired, heading south for the California state line. You’ll be running from the law down the Oregon coast hoping you won’t run out of time. Beauty and truth are waiting in California but they are not going to wait very long. Meanwhile the mystical emanations that’ll be shining from certain words’ll be shining brighter than ten thousand stars: Daimonic, Lana Del Rey, Vorstellung. On a stolen motorcycle with counterfeit plates, it’ll be almost like you don’t exist as you blaze through the crummy little foggy coastal towns like the ghost of Christmas future. But the law’s on your trail and it won’t be goddamned: it’s the doom that’ll follow you down. That the cops should be so invested in your arrest should not, however, indicate any culpability on your part whatsoever. Only you know your true guilt. From that one you cannot outrun.
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