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There is mud everywhere, slicking the asphalt and piling up in corners along with the detritus of daily life: pop cans, cigarette butts, used condoms and bullet shells.
The street gave way
That one brown house still had that hole in its garage door splintering like a chewed cookie smile, the hole the exact size and height of the car parked on the driveway in front of it.
She was a rut in the road. Plenty of life beneath the surface but it was kept beaten down by the wheels.
Whether it's the pot that hits the rock or the rock that hits the pot , it's the pot that will break every time
Without Warning
Sometimes you're traveling a highway, the only road you've ever known, and wham! A semi comes from nowhere and rolls right over you.
Roadway. We didn't stop at the house, but instead rounded the corner and stopped a block away. Stepping out and
patch of dandelions by the track. I only see the image for a moment,
Say no to asphalt!
A bridge. A big bridge with lots of traffic. You can't be serious. I've almost killed us at least twice going up and down these crazy hilly roads!" I yelped with true fear in my quivering voice.
A tiny hole can empty a great big bucket.
Pieces of my father's brain are on the asphalt.
It breaks towards the center of the earth when it is above the hole.
What at first had seemed to be no more than a small bump in the road was turned into a full-scale misfortune
Examine the road over which the fault has passed.
- Charles Francios Bienvenu Myriel
It's hard to see your destination when you're focused on the cracks in the sidewalk.
detours in the road. Because without them, this life
One time in your life
You've got the route in hand
But the map is stuck
They said it's not your fault
The tires are tired the camera moves
And your driver's been pulled
I've got holes in my guitar.
The road makes a noise all its own. It's a single note that stretches in all directions, low and nearly inaudible, only I could hear it loud and persistent ...
What the fissure through which one sees disaster? The circle is unbroken; the harmony complete. Here is the central rhythm; here the common mainspring. I watch it expand, contract; and then expand again. Yet I am not included.
The road system that we've come to depend on, the road system that we built our wealth on and our power on, is falling apart.
How you mean, 'doughnut hole'?" Ti-Jeanne had asked. "That's what they call it when an inner city collapses and people run to the suburbs," he'd answered.
The road is a word, conceived elsewhere and laid across the country in the wound prepared for it: a word made concrete and thrust among us.
fatal vehicular misadventure.
Unidentified hole, please shut it and inspect yourself. Continue to talk and you will be ignored.
There's a freeway running through the yard.
small gully where the red mud had dried and cracked in a system of parched veins.
How easy it is to let the depth of the ditch or the severity of the brokenness stop a good work before we even stoop down to do it.
A little north of Boston, there was something called LOVECRAFT KEYHOLE; it was a crater in the rough shape of a padlock.
Take those road hazards- the potholes, ruts, detours, and all the rest- as evidence that you were on the right route. It's when you find yourself on that big, broad, easy road that you ought to worry.
What's it called when a hellhole hits a cataclysm? A catastro[phrack]. I just coined that, didn't I?
What light through yonder window breaks?
walkin' around with a hole in my soul,
Accidents are built into the road.
Is that a space?
No, it's a hydrant.
I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It's so fuckin' heroic.
Like water leaking through a dam," said Piper.
"Yeah," smiled Percy. "We've got a dam hole."
"What?" Piper asked.
"Nothing," he said. "Inside joke.
When I'm at the bottom looking up, the main question may not be 'how do I get out of this hole?' In reality, the main question might be 'how do I get rid of the shovel that I used to dig it?
This particular type of road was a motorway. A motorway is the most advanced type of road there is, which as with most forms of human advancement essentially meant accidental death was considerably more probable.
Digging a ditch where madness gives a bit
Digging a ditch where silence lives
Digging a ditch for when I'm old
Digging this ditch my story's told
Where all these troubles weigh down on me will rise ...
Where all these questions spinning round my head will die
But which is the stone that supports the bridge?
Step into my shoes follow my journey my mountains my valleys my surprise potholes and if you can keep going the way I keep going perhaps you'll understand my choices & strength.
The holes in your life are permanent. You have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; you mould yourself through the gaps.
I am tired of tripping over these Cracks in the Sidewalk,these cracks in my life.
I was in Nashville, Tennessee, and I saw - we talk about crumbling bridges - I saw one, concrete literally falling onto the underpass below, threatening auto traffic.
G is for Green, that's constructed to roll in every direction away from the hole.
Although it pains me to admit it, I am quite familiar with the holes in life. And this familiarity is due to the fact that I spend far more time in these holes than I spend on the paths that brought me to them.
for you to drive off the bridge, but not long enough
Holes are interesting. there are books about holes.
Maneuvered the bike off the road near a ditch and cut the engine.
Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes.
Palestinian and Israeli leaders finally recover the Road Map to Peace, only to discover that, while they were looking for it, the Lug Nuts of Mutual Interest came off the Front Left Wheel of Accommodation, causing the Sport Utility Vehicle of Progress to crash into the Ditch of Despair.
The bridge was hollow, and a hollow was inside the bridge.
A sort of botanical glory-hole
A crossroad. What a pain in the ass spot to end up in. (Abarai Renji, Bleach)
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
defects. I escape the force of gravity again when
The Edge ... There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.
I have a heart-shaped hole. Like an empty bird's next, it rests among marigold-hued ruffles above the topmost hook of my corset.
The hole was not left by something removed, but for something anticipated.
car. I headed down CA-116 - the winding road
Train wreck, extremely fast train, but usually ends up derailed somehow,
Winter does adversely affect [the roads] and our roads have been let go, so they're more and more porous. We're going to have to put more and more emphasis on permanent patch and maintenance, so I expect a great deal of roads breaking up in the spring.
Just when you think you know where you are going, the road has a blind curve in it and you end up headed in a different direction.
looked like a makeshift parking lot, climbed
If you find holes in my book that you could drive a car through, do not be too sure they were not left there for that express purpose.
A path and a place for everyone, and for the people who disagree, a hole.
A car with a small hole in its fuel tank unattended to shall see its fuel draining little by little and it shall only be left in the middle of a long journey! So is life! Mind the small things!
The road to happily ever after was bumpy and full of potholes, but I never had any doubt I was on the right road." "I can't even locate the on ramp, let alone the road.
It's a long lane that has no turning.
Sign at a Tennessee highway: When this sign is under water, this road is impassable.
political wheels. "I
Secondhand experience breaks down a block from the car lot.
A tire spins aimlessly, being pulled a different direction by forces larger and stronger and with little consideration of its wasted effort. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can't leave the road you're on.
The world is full of holes and uneven seams, wrinkled places that you can't make smooth, no matter how hard you try.
There's nothing that the road cannot heal
It's like a condom, Min, holes happen, I said,
a square black hole that yawned darkly beneath a stone archway.
A disaster where marble has been substituted for imagination.
People say, 'that bump caused me to trip', but the bump says, 'I am where I have always been. It's the wretched ones who can't see, they come my way and trip over!
As many roads down as up, and the roads down as slippery as the others.
Soul's escaping through this hole that is gaping
A vicious monster came from nowhere and kicked the car sideways
The empty highway behind looked like a stretching rubber band.
You look out of the car window on your right and are surprised to find that the narrow, worn strip that carries you has turned into a wide, smooth elegant road. The asphalt shines, and soon it separates out, rising to a hill with classy building, and you realize it leads to a settlement.
It's all right. You guys in New York City can't get a hole in the ground fixed, and it's five years later, so let's be fair.
The motor-car went Poop-poop-poop, As it raced along the road. Who was it steered it into a pond? Ingenious Mr. Toad!
It was one of those days in August where the road looks like an illusion, melting and changing shapes.
The hole calls the thiefe.
[The hole calls the thief.]
I've traveled this road for many decades and I still don't know how to go. I am a wanderer, traversing mountains of time. There is no fault, only fault lines that tremor and quake, barring me, no warning. Aftershocks. -Broken Places
Cracks make caves collapse.
If you're rolling over rocks and stuff and you have a bigger wheel, it's going to stay out of the holes - rough sections become smoother.
Before the gate
my walking stick's made a river of melting snow
If some hole does not possess striking individuality through some gift of nature, it must be given as much as possible artificially, and the artifice must be introduced in so subtle a manner as to make it seem natural.
You create a pile of dirt and then drive over it. We may have to learn to drive all over again.
She was a road trip without a map.
I have no image of myself in the hole; only a black square filled with nothing, a square like a door. Perhaps the square is empty; perhaps it's only a marker, a time marker that separates the time before it from the time after. The point at which I lost power.
It's a geode. You can sess that, the way the rock around you abruptly changes to
The alley was like most any other alley in a city where the infrastructure was crumbling, in a state where the infrastructure was crumbling. It was a patchwork of asphalt spot repairs and loose gravel over a crumbling base of decades-old concrete.
like a patchwork of twisting tunnels and