Elizabethtown Page #7

You go across the bridge

traversing Mark Twain's muse...

Jeff Buckley's funeral bed...

as the night air

whips through your hair...

around your face,

and out the other window.

You can feel the soul of that dark water

even as you arrive on the other side.

Some music needs air.

Roll down your window.

- All right! Good!

- I love you, Daddy.

I love you too, Drew.

Where do you want to go?

- Tucky.

- Kentucky?

Good morning.

How you doing?

The Survivor Tree.

It's my favorite tree in the world.

And I like trees.

"This once highly-anticipated product...

"may actually cause an entire

generation to return to bare feet."

Sadness is easier

because it's surrender.

I say, make time to dance alone...

with one hand waving free.

Look at us.

You with your many almost-great

projects, me with my fiasco.

Oh, God.

Both of us working so hard...

for what?

We should have taken this trip

years ago.

And the fact that I wanna go home

and kill myself is really not your fault.

For what? For Phil?

No!

Don't get lost.

Proceed to the second largest

farmer's market in the world...

located on...

The Second Largest Farmer's

Market in the World Boulevard...

for some essentials

for the rest of your journey home.

Go to the pet area. Look inside the book

about springer spaniels.

Find a pair of Spsmoticas on display...

and look inside.

Here you have reached

a fork in the map.

You can go to your car and the rest

of the directions will take you home.

Or...

look for a girl in a red hat...

who's waiting for you

with an alternate plan.

No true fiasco...

ever began as a quest

for mere adequacy.

A motto of the

British Special Service Air Force is:

"Those who risk, win."

A single green vine shoot

is able to grow through cement.

The Pacific Northwestern salmon

beats itself bloody...

on its quest to travel

hundreds of miles upstream...

against the current,

with a single purpose.

Sex, of course.

But also...

life.

SkyFury

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