Super Blood Wolf Moon Eclipse. In the middle of nowhere. Light pollution nearly non-existent. The barking coyotes, easily a dozen it sounded like. Persisted eerily until the eclipse went full. Like a light switch, as that last snip of light disappeared, so did the noise of the dogs.
Birthday present (illuminated) next to a Fuller original. Former represents not only a thousand words, but thousands and thousands of miles. Latter, functional art.
We were starving. Well, in the traditional 1st world sense of the word starving. In reality, we’ve probably been without food for 4 or 5 hours. 6 tops. And thats a f’ing stretch. On our way back to our horrible first world accommodations, Mrs. ericisnaked.com forced a stop at the 7-11. No warning. No explanation.…
“Looked dead, didn’t I? But I wasn’t. But it wasn’t from lack of trying, I can tell you that. Actually, Bill’s last bullet put me in a coma. A coma I was to lie in for four years. When I woke up, I went on what the movie advertisements refer to as a ‘roaring rampage…
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