Blind Errands to Nowhere The Flight of the Taco Wagon Consciousness is just another cop-out I said to someone on the phone The subject was quickly changed & I was left with this sense of being slightly brain damaged Thelonious Monk I had this image of horses dissolving into some powder blue notion of eternity. I held it up against the light. The sky was tilted at a 45† angle & it reflected off the windshield of an abandoned Toyota like the Book of Revelations. I thought I’d just sit there & stare at it. The End She said “I pray that you find Peace” Translation: “Go fuck yourself”