Imagine the clouds dripping.Dig a hole in your garden to put them in.

"Time ain't no straight line anymore. I got my foot down to the floor. Everything's just as
crisscrossed as all the radio signals flying through the air. Those red white and blue lights are after me, the preacher turned up, hollering about Jesus Christ Almighty, the sky big and silent, air crowding in closer and closer, the sound of sirens speeding over and around the radio waves. I feel real mean, and loneliness doesn't seem like a dream, it seems real."