Monday, September 16, 2013

The Mountains of The Moon.

Joshua Tree. 

A desolate expanse suited for arachnids, winged raptors, prehistoric reptilia, and half-nude desert hippies. The sun baked crater allows little to grow, and nothing to prosper. The few lifeforms that inhabit the infernal crevice? A gaggle of area meth-tokers stocking up on convenience store candy, a bus load of Christian rock climbing kumbaya'ers, night roaming bobcats, and scared straight coyotes.

It's a grandiose place to be. I'll be back.

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