Spaghetti Junction In Houston



We stopped in Houston to refuel our high speed transport module. I stumbled from the car into a five star horror film. The air pouring into my orifices from this alien planet was drenched with such a thick sea of smog that I couldn't part it with a Moses. The other people's high speed transport modules were dripping oily doo doo on the roads, which reminded me of punk rock teens throwing half burned cigarettes on the ground as if they caused cancer. In that oily doo doo I thought I saw a glimmer of hope for "Pouston." I was wrong though. It was just a reflected sunray bending and twisting as it made its way through the different densities of the hot, gas filled air. -JAY

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