What if there is no after-life no heav'n, no hell, no "thing"-- no Elysian Field, no ripe grain bursting forth? No spring of wisdom from which to draw deep; no sun, no moon, no stars, nor Karmic Debt to sow and reap-- save NOW in which you are?
With you, Lady, and I don't even know your name...
She was Solo Rider on a Harley Davidson. Her jeans were faded a beautiful light blue, wrapped around very tight, muscular thighs and one of the best.. ah, 'seats' I have ever seen ride the wind...
A pontyail streamed out from the helmet.
An absolutely flat midriff , tan and tart, lay exposed by a high-cut top. [No piercing. Hmm...][ And I don't know about a wedding ring-- her little knuckles were glove-guarded...]
She's speeding up... Wind flowing. Signals flashing-- A change of position...
I'm behind her, she riding on, me in steady pace behind...
Eventually I have to get off... of the highway. She ... She has a beautiful... Ride. She does at that...
{The Alan Jackson vid was embed-disabled-- but give this a full listen-- you'll be rewarded with what is obviously a foreign but none the less very COOL accent, and some incredible solo multi-instrument performance!. Is that not the COOLEST violin you've seen since Stradivarius???}
