Love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves Love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night Love's such an old fashion word

2005-10-10 - 1:00 a.m.

(Somewhere between modern day Fort Mandan and the Missouri Rivier, two travellers converse the theoretical measure of costs and benefits as proportions rather than absolute dollar amounts)

Louise: Every step we take West leads us closer and closer to the Pacific Ocean... that much I know.

Clark St.: Cliche's and repetition abound, a distance is as long as we will it to be.

Louise: Well then, let's measure the distance between this bottle (Pulls a bottle from the top of her hip bone) and my lips.

Clark St.: Three quarters empty and six inches from gone.

(Clark St. draws a breath and pictures himself between a sleeping bag and an outlandishly rocky surface)

Clark St.: I reckon that bottle's seen a lot.

Louise: You've seen it all, so you should know! I've kept it under my belt and beneath my twin pleats.

Clark: A "pleat?" I couldn't tell the difference between a "pleat" and the two things you keep between them.

(Rethinking his original claim, he starts to break down what could possibly lie between ones "pleat.")

(A pair of knees and two beautiful feet assualt his kindred mind and lead Clark St. to believe in things he's never before considered.)

Louise: Excuse me?

Clark St.: (hurriedly) Your feet and an endless number of beliefs reside inbetween your pleats.

Louise: Charming... (A short pause), but that's not quite the answer I was looking for. Maybe we should depart at the Yellowstone and redeem ourselves at the Clearwater Creek?

Clark St.: (Sheepisly) I guess until then, I'm yours, and up until Montanna, you should try and keep in touch with what you think we're doing.

(The lights slowly fade out as the drearily draped sunset sautners West, escorting the duo and complimenting thier retreat stage right.)

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