Searching for bandanas, leather, turquoise, beads, unique boots, and disctinctive/antiques guns. Peyote trips, singing desert songs, campfires, old guitars, moonshine, the Mississippi delta, burning copal, walking on railroads, the huntering and gathering of thoughts, distilled ideas.
Bone-hides, meat carcasses, framed elephant tusks, raw meat injections, blankets dipped in honey. Cactus eggshells on peyote trips, long shadows before nightfall. The smell of sweat dented in sand. Bloodhounds that harbor fear. Rancid pockets of dust and sin. Sinewy genuflections of pity and hope in one wink of the eye. The crucifiction. The resurrection. The assassination of the modern man.
Ice pangs in summer, fallen moons in winter, the skeptical device of questioning the hidden. Things hidden. Things hidden. Things hidden.
Stews of incandescance and modernity. The meaty pulp of humanity ticking away every second. The hatred in the eyes. The sadness in the eyes. The hidden things. The hidden things. The hidden things.
The marriage of salt to earth.
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